In the afternoon, golden sunlight illuminates the capital city.

As the tallest building in the capital, Jinxiao Pavilion stands majestically, casting a long shadow on the ground, like a huge sundial.

Wenren Yuebai's personal butler Lao Yan, holding a letter with a lacquer seal in his hand, walked through the courtyard in front of Jinxiao Pavilion and hurriedly stepped into the gate of Jinxiao Pavilion.

As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I ran into a woman in plain black cloth.

She was about forty years old, with a kind face and gentle temperament. She still had charm, and a medicine box hung around her waist.

Her last name is Jin, and everyone calls her "Auntie Jin".

Aunt Jin is a female doctor with great medical skills in the capital, especially good at treating leg diseases. She was specially invited by Qiao Youyou to treat Wenren Yuebai.

She came almost every day, either performing acupuncture or using massage to clear the meridians under Yuebai's knees.

Aunt Jin's medical skills are undoubtedly superb. Since her arrival, Wenren Yuebai's severe pain in her legs when exposed to cold has been alleviated, so she has also become a distinguished guest of Tongyun Money House.

When Old Yan saw Aunt Jin, a smile appeared on his face and he walked forward to greet her.

"Auntie Jin, was your treatment today smooth?"

Aunt Jin had a cheerful personality. She smiled at him and said that the acupuncture went smoothly today.

Then he looked Lao Yan up and down and found that he was dressed very formally today, and he couldn't help but feel curious.

Old Yan looked down at his brocade robe, a little embarrassed, and said:

"Haha, Miss Qiao said that a distinguished guest will come later. It's a very important matter, so I have to receive him personally.

The guest is of distinguished status, and I bought this dress specially for him. I must not bring disrespect to the bank.

Excuse me, excuse me."

"Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. You don't usually dress up much, but the way you're dressed today makes you look really elegant," Aunt Jin praised.

Aunt Jin is a few years younger than Old Yan. It can be seen that she was also a beauty when she was young, but she has not yet married.

Old Yan blushed slightly when Aunt Jin praised him, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, is Xizi reading a book now?"

Aunt Jin said that Wenren Jizi had just been sweating while giving acupuncture and was resting now, so it would be best not to disturb him for the time being.

Old Yan nodded, thinking that his son's health was more important than anything else.

Aunt Jin's eyes fell on the letter in Lao Yan's hand and asked curiously:

"Is this a letter for Pavilion Master Qiao or Wenren Jizi?

Could you please trouble your Butler Yan to personally deliver the letter? Is there something important going on?"

Old Yan smiled and shook his head slightly, "It's just a business letter. I happened to see it, so I brought it here."

After saying this, he prepared to put the letter in his arms.

Just then, a waiter carrying tea passed by.

When passing by Aunt Jin, he somehow fell and the tea in his hand spilled directly onto Old Yan, and the tea instantly soaked the letter.

"What happened to you?" Old Yan was shocked and quickly reached out to wipe the wet letter.

"Butler Yan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The waiter's face was pale. He hurriedly helped to wipe it and apologized in a low voice, but he made it even more messy.

"Go away!" Old Yan waved him away angrily and hurried back to worry about the letter.

Fortunately, the envelope was made of a special material similar to oil paper, which was extremely waterproof. The places where the tea came into contact with it dried up quickly, and the letter was intact.

Old Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked up, he found that his collar was messy with tea.

"Oh, look at what happened..." Aunt Jin stood beside Lao Yan, frowning as she looked at his collar which was wet with tea.

Lao Yan's brocade robe was light-colored, and once stained by the tea, it looked particularly conspicuous and very ugly.

Old Yan's heart tightened and the anxiety on his face became more and more obvious.

In less than half an hour, Miss Qiao and the distinguished guest should be arriving. It would probably be too late to go back to Chongqing and buy a set of suitable and formal clothes.