Upon hearing this, Jia Dafu and He Meng immediately expressed their disdain.
I can't believe it. This bastard is usually so quiet, but today he's so eager to flatter me.
Even Qin Yue Zhao glanced at him again, "That's certainly a nice-sounding thing to say. If all the wealthy merchants in Liangcheng were like you, why would Liangcheng not be able to break through?"
Seeing that the princess was in a good mood, Jia Dafu and He Meng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Your Highness, I, Jia Dafu, am also willing to serve Your Majesty with utmost devotion."
Seeing him interrupt, how could He Meng fall behind?
"Me too, I'm willing too."
Seeing that the fundraising was still ongoing, Qin Yue Zhao smiled and said, "No rush, no rush, you all have a chance."
"As we all know, Liangcheng has been suffering from famine for over a year. The imperial grain has not arrived for a long time. Of the more than 100,000 elite soldiers stationed in Liangcheng, only less than 50,000 remain, while there are still more than 100,000 civilians. Do you know how much food they need every day?"
"Therefore, I wish to borrow money from you in exchange for more food from the gods."
Upon hearing this, the three men's expressions changed drastically.
Lin Sangui, in particular, felt the gazes of the two people next to him fall on him. Although he cursed inwardly, he still forced out a bitter smile.
"Your Highness is absolutely right. As long as the gods protect us, this humble subject is willing to do everything in his power. May I ask how much silver Your Highness requires?"
He actually knew that Qin Yuezhao wanted money, not a loan.
But to save his life, he dared not disagree.
Qin Yue Zhao glanced at the three of them, said nothing, and simply raised one finger.
Lin Sangui's heart leaped into his throat as he looked at her raised finger.
"Your Highness wants one million taels? Your Highness, rest assured, although the situation is tense right now, the three of us will do our utmost!"
One million taels, if split among the three people, would amount to three hundred thousand taels.
Such a large sum, while not enough to warrant immediate leave, is almost equivalent to breaking a bone.
Before they could even begin to complain, Qin Yue Zhao pointed at all three of them with her finger.
"There are three people, one million taels each."
Boom!
Qin Yue Zhao's words were like a thunderbolt, striking the three of them completely.
Although it was a year of famine and money was not as valuable as food, they had already devised a plan to save their lives, thinking that when the city fell, they could use their own lives to save their families.
In their minds, even if Qin Yue Zhao could obtain food from the gods, so what? The Northern Barbarians had an army of 300,000, while Liangcheng only had 50,000. They would eventually fail.
"Your Highness, one million taels of silver is practically taking the lives of us commoners!"
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