"But, five hundred thousand taels of silver, we don't have that!" The Wife of the Celestial Master almost cried; even if she were sold, she wouldn't be able to gather that much money.
Indeed, Celestial Master Zhang's monthly official salary was only several thousand taels of silver plus 10,000 hu of salary rice. With the mansion's monthly expenses quite large, supporting hundreds of people, there was simply no silver left over.
Zi Xia: "I'm just here to collect the silver as ordered. There's nothing I can do about it. The War Prince said that before dark, if this silver isn't produced, the fate of the Prime Minister will be the fate of Celestial Master Zhang tomorrow."
"What?" Lady Zhang's body went limp, collapsing onto the Maid.
The Maid, slim in build, was nearly knocked over by the pressure, hurriedly supporting Lady Zhang and persuading her: "Madam, you must gather your strength! The Celestial Master is waiting for you to save him!"
