"Pfft..." Mu Shaoling couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He vaguely noticed that Prince Le's figure looked a bit disheveled.
Even the Imperial Army appeared to be snickering.
Yang Chuxia thought her son's shout just now sounded exactly like the call from the Fancy Red Pavilion, "Sir, come again next time!"
"You little rascal, why didn't I know Aunt Dongyang gave your mom a bottle?"
"Well, now you do, don't you?" Yangyang grinned slyly.
Then he glanced at the thousand tael silver note and walked over to Lele, "Give me five hundred taels!"
Lele calmly took it and said, "I'll have Uncle Ye Er exchange it, but remember, I borrowed four hundred and ninety-five taels from you. You still owe me five taels, gotta repay."
"Brother, you obviously made a windfall, yet you're fussing over five taels with me. You're too stingy; learn from Prince Le!"
