After a moment's thought, he pulled a thick stack of silver notes from his robes—ten thousand taels more than he had borrowed from Shen Xiuyong.
"Junior Martial Uncle Shen, thank you for your help before. I'd like to pay you back."
Chen Qing handed the silver notes over.
"Alright. I happen to be short on silver for this trip."
Shen Xiuyong didn't stand on ceremony, simply taking the notes and tucking them into his robes with a laugh. "In that case, I'll take them! So, how about it? Interested in a trip to Fengle Mansion with your uncle? We could try our luck, check out the auction… who knows, you might find something incredible. It would be a great experience, if only to see more of the world."
