Fortunately, the followers of the fourth son quickly offered up two pieces of broken silver.
Bai Zhi'er's eyes lit up: "Thank you, little brother."
Bai Daoyan gently clapped his hands: "Good thing you're here."
He took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and handed it over: "This is your reward."
The follower hurriedly said: "I dare not accept this. It is my duty to relieve Your Highness's worries; I cannot take this money!"
Bai Daoyan forcefully stuffed it into his hand.
He calmly said: "My sister wants an ice dessert. You solved her urgent need, which is a great achievement. You deserve this silver; take it."
Bai Zhi'er stood on tiptoes and handed the broken silver to the dumbfounded vendor.
"Uncle, is the money enough now? I want two bowls."
The vendor snapped back to his senses: "Yes, yes, it's enough!"
Beside the simple stall was a sunshade canopy with two or three low tables and long benches.
