This didn't sound like something Chunyu Yan would say.
But once he had spoken, Pei Jue had no reason to refuse.
"The Princely Heir helps out in the nick of time, I will inform His Majesty and surely repay Yunchuan's great favor."
"Mm... No need!" Chunyu Yan's voice became even more hoarse, as if tinged with grinding annoyance, "My father doesn't even know of this matter..."
If he found out, he would probably flay him.
"After brother has resolved this pressing concern, then you can return the favor to Yunchuan."
Pei Jue gazed at the curtain, narrowing his eyes slightly, faint voices from inside reaching his ears, conveying a whiff of familiarity...
At that moment, a maidservant approached him with a sandalwood tray, kneeling down and presenting it over her head.
"The General is invited to examine."
On the tray was a contract.
The gist of it was that Yunchuan would lend Dajin two hundred thousand bushels of grain to be repaid within the year.
