Zheng Fa did not mean that he did not want his family to live well.
But whether these shops or these courtyards, neither was something he could hold onto right now.
If he went to the Immortal Selection Fair and failed to enter an Immortal Sect, such a vast fortune would inevitably invite conflict.
Leaving aside the covetous eyes of outsiders, even people in the Zhao Residence might try to seize it, since all these things had been carved out of the Zhao Residence's properties by Madam.
Even if he successfully entered an Immortal Sect, judging by the Eldest Miss's situation, he would have to leave his mother and sister in Jing Prefecture for at least the first few years.
Two women, one of them not even ten years old—despite the Zhao Residence's protection, it would be difficult for them to safeguard such wealth.
If he prospered in the Immortal Sect in the future, Mother Zheng and the other's good days would still lie ahead. If things did not go well, the riches before them would one day have to be returned.
Madam pointed at the box. "I carried it all this way. You have to take at least one deed, don't you?"
Behind her, Steward Wu looked at the box on the table, then at his own hands, and sank into deep thought.
Since Madam had given them their contracts of indenture, it truly was no longer suitable for them to remain in the Zhao Family.
Zheng Fa picked up a land deed. It was for a two-courtyard residence—not large, only about half again as big as the Zheng Family's little courtyard.
Its only advantage was that it was close to the Zhao Family. This area was filled with prominent households, with many guards, so it was relatively safe.