"Qiao'er was right. Matters between those great figures aren't something ordinary commoners like us can get involved in. One wrong move, and our entire family could end up sentenced to execution."
"Then why did you accept those medicinal herbs?"
Su Qiao was silent for a moment. "Grandpa, didn't you say that the other party's temperament... I just didn't want to offend him."
In truth, Su Qiao had another concern.
If they accepted nothing at all, the other party might think they were deliberately putting on an act of integrity, intentionally trying to attract his attention, and harboring ambitions of currying favor with him.
But if they accepted the silver, the other party might instead think that the people of the Old Su Family were narrow-minded and profit-driven. He might look down on them and not take them seriously at all.
At such a critical moment, if they were completely disregarded, her grandfather, the only steward to survive the Coal Mine, would certainly be targeted by certain people.
For example, the assistant magistrate and County Magistrate above them, or the families of the other stewards, both major and minor, who had died in the Coal Mine.
Since they had become stewards, their families had more or less some connections with the government offices through marriage or kinship.
In short, if they drew a completely clear line right now, the Old Su Family would be in serious trouble.
The old man was also caught in a dilemma over accepting the gift.
After hearing what his granddaughter said, he felt that she did indeed have a point.
"My Qiao'er has truly grown up. She considers the bigger picture and thinks far ahead, without letting the tiny benefits before her blind her.
"Good! Very good! If only you were a boy..."
After a pause,