"Shuisheng, Su Qing."
It was Qiu Yongkang. His face was anxious, and there was anger in his eyes. Seeing his expression, Ji Shuisheng quickly asked,
"What's wrong?"
"When the wine barrel craftsman heard I agreed to pay him with a sheep, he turned back on his word."
Qiu Yongkang, who had such a good temper, was so angry that his face turned red. His chest was heaving up and down as he spoke. It was apparent how infuriating the craftsman was.
"Why did he go back on his word?"
Su Qing still wanted to deliver the wine to the Third Prince three days later on the day of the coal delivery. The key was the wine barrels. She didn't understand why the deal had changed.
"The craftsman said what he understood. He wanted to make a wine barrel in exchange for a sheep."
Qiu Yongkang was panting heavily as he spoke. This was too much.
