With her eyes closed, sipping tea leisurely not far away, Yu Yao spoke softly, "Yuchi, how long are you going to discuss this? It's just a little martial arts competition for marriage, right? As Bu Tingyue's cousin from the Celestial Craft Workshop, can't you even make a decision on this?"
Yuchi gave a reassuring glance to the somewhat anxious Bu Tingyue and then approached Yu Yao. Looking at Yu Yao, who was slowly opening her eyes, he smiled and said:
"Of course, I can agree to it, but I still care about you. After all, we may be strangers, but if you say you're losing a million silver to me, wouldn't that be hard to explain to your family?"
Oh, quite gentle, huh? Considering my situation too? Yu Yao chuckled, "Don't worry, it's just a million silver. Do you know the profits from Cuncha? For us, a million silver is just the annual profit from Cuncha City, and how long has our family been around?"
