"Then what if you died?" Sang Pingliang retorted.
"You!" Mrs. Li was furious.
"What if both you and I died? To whom would our wealth, houses, and fields go?" Sang Pingliang spoke coldly: "We only have two daughters, no sons!"
Mrs. Li was stunned, and then her face changed, "Yes, yes, a hundred years from now—"
Without a son, after a hundred years, the estate naturally goes to the nephews. Otherwise, there wouldn't be incidents like widows being kicked out and their family wealth being taken and divided by their husband's brothers and clansmen. Sang Hong and Sang Pingliang are indeed our direct nephews; it would be completely justifiable for them to inherit.
Upon thinking of this, Mrs. Li suddenly became even more anxious than Sang Pingliang, "No, no, this won't do! How can the family wealth we've worked so hard for simply benefit outsiders like this!"
