It's disgusting.

The onlookers all went about their own business.

Yan Xia also returned to the shop.

The sun sets in the west, and the day passes quickly.

At the same time, Ye Shaoyun, the governor of Jiangnan Province, was silently copying Buddhist scriptures in his study.

He wore a long black robe, and his hair was tied up with a long, emerald-green hairpin.

Even when he wasn't smiling, his eyes and brows exuded kindness.

His belly was slightly protruding, but his limbs were very slender.

Judging from his appearance, he's at most fifty.

“Master, Wu Yan sent you a gift. I told the gatekeeper to tell him you were not at the residence, and he left this box and left.”

I'm halfway through writing this.

The wooden door to the study was opened.

A man in his thirties, dressed in a black servant's uniform, obsequiously carried a mahogany box and bowed as he approached Ye Shaoyun to report.

The study was brightly lit by more than a dozen candles.

The reflection clearly showed the deep lines on the man's face; his expression revealed tension, and a few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Open it and see what's inside."

Ye Shaoyun didn't even look up when he spoke; he continued writing Buddhist scriptures as if he hadn't been disturbed.

"Yes, Master."

The man knelt on the ground and carefully opened the wooden box.

Inside, there were fist-sized gold ingots, gleaming yellow, which was incredibly exciting to look at.

Not only that, but there was also a stack of silver notes under the gold ingot, all of them worth three hundred taels.

"Reporting to Master, the box contains a whole box of gold ingots, and three thousand taels of silver notes." He took out the silver notes, counted them briefly, and replied.