Concubine Du took her hands, sobbing. "Everything is gone, gone! She is so cruel. She spared nothing, nothing was left for us!"
All the money, even as small as 20 pennies, was scraped away by the maids.
She even lost one box of blusher.
Qiao Kou's heart sank. She went about and searched everywhere.
Then, she lost hope.
She collapsed.
Those things should have been hers!
She had always been proud that though she was also a concubine's daughter, she was far different from disgraced Qiao Xuan.
Even her dowry would be worth at least 1,000 liang.
She used to think that she would have a great martial life with 1,000 liang as her dowry.
Also, that was the bare minimum.
As long as her mother was alive, she could also flatter her father so the dowry could only become better.
Also, her mother would have saved some more in two years.
That was why she had been so confident all along.
