The Grand Clan Affairs Office was the department responsible for managing the affairs of the royal clan. If the Grand Clan Affairs Office knew about Zhao Li's mischief, his reign as a prince would be over.

As expected, when Zhao Li heard that Shopkeeper Wu was going to report to the police, he hurriedly jumped down from the beam. He clapped his hands and walked up to Shopkeeper Wu and said, "Shopkeeper Wu, do you know what it means to draw water with a bamboo basket?"

Shopkeeper Wu looked confused: "I don't know."

Zhao Li patted his shoulder and said, "A guy with a small head like you certainly wouldn't understand. Let me explain. If you report this to the authorities, that bastard, the Grand Secretary, will definitely punish me. If the Grand Secretary punishes me, my salary will be gone. If my salary is gone, your seventy taels of silver will also be wasted. Don't you think this is a waste of time?"

Shopkeeper Wu nodded blankly: "Then, then I won't report it to the authorities."

"Hey, that's right." Zhao Li patted Shopkeeper Wu again and asked, "Do you have any money on you?"

Shopkeeper Wu looked alert: "Yes, what for?"

Zhao Li pinched his fingers and said, "Borrow some money."

"Why?" Shopkeeper Wu was not that stupid.

"Look at the world outside. It's the Song Dynasty's world. I am a prince. What is a prince? He has thousands of households to support him. How could I be short of your small change?" Zhao Li said deceivingly.

Shopkeeper Wu nodded blankly, a little confused.

Zhao Li looked at him and continued, "If you want me to pay you back, lend me another thirty taels of silver. I'll make up a hundred taels and then I'll pay you back."

Shopkeeper Wu grumbled as he took out thirty taels of silver from the counter. Lieutenant Zhao snatched it away and said, "I'll send someone to bring it to you when my salary comes in."