The farmer was stunned. He glanced at the noble Marquis Mansion, then at the handsome young master before him, somewhat unable to understand why someone of such distinguished status would want to sell his horse.
His horse was both old and weak, practically on the verge of being laid to rest in the earth.
Su Yan directly pulled out an ingot of silver and stuffed it into his hand, smiling,
"Is this silver enough to buy your horse?"
"Enough... It's enough..." The farmer nodded somewhat stutteringly.
This silver, even if it were for buying a healthy horse, would be more than sufficient.
Did this young master not know? Or was he just amusing himself at the old man's expense?
"Then it's settled, we have a deal."
Su Yan took the reins from his hand, stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's mane, and said,
"An old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand li. Do you, too, harbor such lofty aspirations?"
