The gentry, unworthy of even being named, had departed.
They departed as quietly as they had come. With a wave of their sleeves, they left only chests of silver behind.
Liu Yuheng watched from the side. Though she scorned the gentry for their bribery and Pei Shaoqing for his extortion, she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the sight of those gleaming chests of silver.
The Iron Sword Sect ran numerous businesses, yet what they had left after a full year of expenses was only about this much. And this was just a "welcome gift" for Pei Shaoqing from the city's gentry.
What's more, he would be receiving a long-term cut every month from now on.
"My lady... my lady? Lady Gongsun!"
"Yes, I'm here. What is it, Young Master?" Liu Yuheng finally snapped out of her reverie, turning her gaze back to him.
Pei Shaoqing waved a hand. "Have someone take this away and store it. I can't stand the stench of money. So vulgar!"
'He's being so pretentious.'
