"What?"
Ji Youcheng stepped back a few paces, clutching his moneybag even tighter.
"Are... are you joking with me, your own brother?"
Ji Youzhi helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.
"To be precise, it's not I who wishes to borrow, but His Majesty. The night before last, a tornado struck Yunhang Sea, and the homes of many nearby residents collapsed. The imperial court is currently organizing disaster relief efforts."
Ji Youcheng's eyes widened as he stared at Ji Youzhi in disbelief.
"What does this have to do with me? If the National Treasury is empty, go find the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue! Why come to me? Just because I have money, you all think you can just keep taking from me as you please?"
