Yin Huan and E Jintang bound the man and led him straight out the back door.
With his hands disabled, Zhang Yu was easily lifted by E Jintang, like a helpless chick.
Zhang Yu felt nauseous. Fighting through the pain, he struggled to lift his head and said to the two, "Let me go, and I'll give you silver..."
Yin Huan tilted her head to look at him, a half-smile on her face. "How much?"
Sensing an opening, Zhang Yu rushed to say, "One thousand taels..."
Yin Huan scoffed. "I could swipe more than that on a casual stroll through the Prince Mansion."
"Fi-five thousand taels!"
"Is your life only worth five thousand?"
Zhang Yu gritted his teeth. "Then name your price! How much?!"
"Ten thousand taels."
"You!"
Zhang Yu was furious, but 'this is my only chance!'
'Compared to silver, my life is obviously more important!'
And so, he gritted his teeth. "Fine, ten thousand taels it is..."
