"It is no small matter to me," Xiliu Yuan said, raising his hand slightly. A Shadow Guard stepped forward from behind him.
The Shadow Guard took a thick stack of silver notes from his robes, walked forward, and placed it on the tea table next to Zhan Yi.
Zhan Yi saw at a glance that the silver notes were all in denominations of ten thousand. 'A stack that thick... must be three or four hundred thousand, right?'
Mrs. Zhan stared at the silver notes, also somewhat surprised.
Only then did Prime Minister Gao understand. 'So they're just giving silver notes directly!'
'Are my own two chests too little by comparison?'
"This is just a small token from me, an apology to Miss Xiang," said Xiliu Yuan.
Zhan Yi snapped back to his senses at the sound of his voice and looked at him. "This... Crown Prince. It was a trivial matter. This is too much."
"Old Master Zhan, please do not refuse."
