Since the servants were not around, Xie Zhao did everything himself.

Only once, after tossing and turning for more than an hour, when I touched her satin-smooth skin, that unbearable feeling of heat surged up again.

Jiang Yuzhu couldn't bear it any longer. She frantically groped around the bed, found the purse in the secret compartment, and stuffed it into Xie Zhao's arms, saying, "Here you go."

Then, she covered her face with the quilt as if she was trying to cover up her crime.

The fresh scent of Xie Zhao filled Jiang Yuzhu's nose, and she felt dizzy.

"Yuzhu, what is this?"

Xie Zhao grabbed the purse in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then opened it. There were two taels of silver inside.

Could it be the money he earned from selling himself?

"Madam, I never thought that my husband is so valuable. Two taels a night, I can save dozens of taels a month."

A few dozen taels of silver were enough for an ordinary family's food and clothing expenses for a year. Xie Zhao only paid with physical effort and also tasted the sweetness. If he agreed to paint erotic paintings, he could earn more.

"Anyway, it's for you."

It's not the money for selling one's body, but the reward for cleaning and serving.

Mother Chen had instructed that after a couple had intercourse, the maids and servants who came to help clean and change the bedding should be given red envelopes as a reward for good luck.

Now it was Xie Zhao's turn to take over the job, and Jiang Yuzhu flexibly changed the situation and gave the reward to Xie Zhao.

Xie Zhao thought it was the hard-earned money from selling his body, and he carefully stroked the broken silver. Suddenly, he heard a shout from the courtyard gate: "Yuanhe, the emperor urgently summons you!"

It was not a prank, Xiao She came to the mansion in person to deliver the letter.

Afraid of being discovered, Xiao She hid himself.

"Yuanhe, get up quickly!"

If it wasn't an emergency, Xiao She would definitely not disturb Xie Zhao's wedding night. It was really a helpless act.

The beacon fires spread, and people were in panic. If the northern barbarians could not be dealt with, the Great Qi would face internal and external troubles.

Inside the room, Jiang Yuzhu put on her coat and glanced at the clepsydra: "My dear, it's already late at night, why is there still a young eunuch here to deliver an imperial decree?"

Xie Zhao picked up the clothes and put them on in order. He said in a slightly tense tone, "Maybe the emperor is anxious, and the eunuchs are anxious too?"