Zhao Zhai seethed with anger, his voice dripping with frustration as he confronted his cousin. "But you're also part of the Zhao Family, the Young Master no less! Selling the mulberry garden, how can we produce silk for ourselves?"
Zhao Shu retorted with a hint of indifference, "You can always buy it."
His suggestion was met with a derisive scoff from Zhao Zhai. "You, of all people!"
Zhao Zhai's annoyance remained unabated as he accused, "You did this deliberately!"
Zhao Shu calmly explained, "Those lands were passed down from our grandparents, and I have every right to manage them as I see fit. I need the money, so selling them is my prerogative. If you wish to purchase them, I can intercede with Madame Shao on your behalf. Perhaps she might consider selling you half. Are you interested?"
Zhao Zhai was left in contemplative silence. Where would he acquire the funds?
Finally, he sneered, "Just you wait; Father will never forgive you!"
