The three Princes chuckled and drank the wine in their cups, and the Second Prince signaled to the guard outside the door to hurry up with the drink preparations, "Since Mr. Zhou has said so, there's no need to stand on ceremony."
It really hit home that the annual salary of a prince was not much at all. The maids and eunuchs in the service of the Prince Residence all had fixed amounts, and their monthly salaries were paid by the palace. Without this expenditure, a prince's salary was genuinely not high, but of course, a prince who only relied on his salary would be utterly useless. They never lived off their salaries.
Zhou Shuren maintained a smile, feeling the ache intensified—better off feeling worse. Drink up.
Zhou Shuren glanced at Marquis Yao and smiled even brighter.
