Cheng Chu had long since learned that Yan Qing was different from his usual self tonight.
He looked at the young rascals and sternly reminded them, "Drink, drink, have you forgotten who owns Zuixian Pavilion? If you keep spouting nonsense and it reaches my sister-in-law's ears, and she gets annoyed, watch out. Even mentioning Brother Yan's name might not help you here after."
His words worked; the rascals immediately shut their mouths.
Drink up! When it comes to money, nothing is more important!
Yan Qing glanced at Cheng Chu, "What did you just call her?"
The same person who had insisted he should act honorably and not go back on his word after drinking, only to change his demeanor so quickly? He really wasn't sticking to his guns!
Feeling helpless, Cheng Chu leaned close to Yan Qing, "Brother Yan, do you know how much the embroidery thread from Lingnan she showed you today costs per tael?"
Yan Qing didn't know, as he never cared for such details.
