Upon hearing the words "transaction," Gucheng seemed to think it made sense, and he took the silver banknotes and tucked them into his chest.
Jiang Ning yawned and said with teary eyes, "Gucheng, go to sleep. You've had a long night. I will return to the palace later tomorrow, you can sleep in a bit and don't hurry to get up."
Without another word, Gucheng turned and left.
Jiang Ning's eyes were so heavy that she could barely keep them open, but she couldn't rest yet.
There was one more very important thing to do.
She found a lantern, carried it herself, and ran to Lin Zizi's courtyard.
The maid opened the door in a daze and, seeing her, quickly bowed, "Seventh Miss, why are you here so late?"
"I'm looking for my father."
"Oh, please come in, it's very cold outside." The maid hurriedly took the lantern. "I'll hold this for you. Old Master is in Madam's room, the lights are out, and they must have gone to bed."
"It's urgent."
