Han Yue clenched her fists, her heart racing with excitement, but she was also a sensible person. Yesterday, this young girl had said that she offered help because she had heard of her husband's situation in the market and because she was a just official. But Han Yue didn't believe this nonsense.
"You…" She used an honorific: "If you cure my husband, you'll be my savior, Han Yue! And my mother has always taught me that for slightest favor one shall repay with deepest gratitude."
Dong Huiying slowly sipped her drink, the spicy liquor rushing down her throat, and she smiled gently, "The officer is wise, as a matter of fact, Huiying does have a matter to ask for your help with…"
As Dong Huiying continued her story, Han Yue was slightly surprised.
She had thought that the young girl's request must be a significant one, but who knew…
