Han Jiaqi was astonished.
She couldn't help but ask, "Then how much do you want?"
Yuanbao leaned closer to Han Jiaqi and whispered, "Ten thousand taels!"
"..."
Han Jiaqi took a sharp intake of breath.
She could come up with ten thousand taels, but the problem was, if Yuanbao asked for so much just to start with, how much more would she have to give for his services in the future?
"You, you're joking, right!" Han Jiaqi was displeased.
"I never joke. If Miss Qi can't afford the silver, then don't bother coming to me with a trifling three taels of dates!"
He tossed the pouch back into the arms of the maid from earlier, "Next time, take better care of your pouch, and don't just hand it over to anyone, what rubbish!"
Yuanbao snorted coldly and turned to leave.
He really did not think much of Han Jiaqi, who fancied herself a high-born lady of significant means; it's no wonder the master finds her annoying and is reluctant to deal with her.
