Everyone exchanged glances upon hearing Ji Ruyan speak so amicably.
The first one to stand up was Guo Zidi, who had suffered a great loss under Ji Ruyan's hand before, "Then, may I ask for ten thousand taels?"
Ji Ruyan merely glanced at him, a look as sharp as a knife, as if carving into flesh.
That indifferent gaze made Guo Zidi shiver, and he quickly shook his head, "No, no! A thousand taels will be enough."
"Yao Guang, give him a thousand taels!"
There Ji Ruyan stood, merely moving her lips, and Yao Guang handed over a thousand-tael silver note to him.
Uncle Zhao had always been a crafty old fox, with thoughts and insights that could see far ahead.
And now, he spoke to Ji Ruyan, "Miss, my son hasn't found a position yet. I wonder if you could arrange for him to do some menial work at Prince Yan Mansion?"
