Walking into the town's best inn, the escorting guards directly took several rooms. Feng Yueya counted the heads and discovered one room was short.
Could it be that no room had been prepared for her?
This Yun Shangshu was really stingy, grudging even this bit of silver.
Already somewhat moody, Feng Yueya's mood worsened during the meal.
They had taken a large private room, where two tables of dishes were served. Yun Shangshu at one table, Feng Yueya and the other guards at another.
Normally, this wouldn't be an issue. The problem was that dining with a group of big, burly men was a painful experience.
Because they ate quickly, the dishes were gone in no time, while Feng Yueya had only eaten less than half a bowl of rice.
In contrast, at Yun Shangshu's table, he ate leisurely by himself. It was less eating, more like tasting.
