Xiao Qing, upon hearing this, regretted it immensely. If he had known earlier, he would have driven Li Zhao away sooner. Now that the youngster knew more silver had come into the Ministry of Revenue, that old scoundrel would surely linger and not leave. Grinding his teeth, he ordered, "Qiu Yan, you take Mr. Li to fetch the silver."
Qiu Yan felt the pain of losing ten thousand taels acutely. His heart was in a flutter, but he couldn't contradict the Grand Master of Writing. "Yes."
Li Zhao was somewhat reluctant to leave, but considering Xiao Qing's threatening gaze, he weighed his options and decided not to offend Xiao Qing too deeply at once. Otherwise, Xiao Qing would truly withhold the silver. He had impulsively offended Xiao Qing in his early years as the Minister of War and did not wish to relive that experience.
After Mr. Li left, Zhou Shuren spoke up, "My lord, I shall take my leave as well."
