Early the next morning, Zhang Zhaodi grabbed a basket and left the house, intending to buy some pastries, but saw someone lingering at the doorstep.
"Our shop doesn't open this early. Are you trying to buy something?" Zhang Zhaodi said, standing in front of the person.
Seeing Zhang Zhaodi reminded Su Rende of what happened last night. This woman dared to meddle in palace affairs, saving him, and he owed her a debt of gratitude.
"I'm here to thank you," Su Rende said, waving to the people behind him.
Behind him stood a dozen servants, each holding a box.
"I know your business is doing well, and you're not short of silver, and can buy whatever you want. But this is my token of gratitude, please accept it with a smile."
"Since it's a token of gratitude from you, of course, I'll accept it gladly," Zhang Zhaodi replied. "When the door opens, have them bring it inside! I still have to go shopping."
