"You're compensating?" Zhang Yun's first reaction to hearing the childish voice was to jeer, but upon seeing who was speaking, he shut his mouth, displaying a look of deflated surprise and fear.
As the legitimate son of the Zhang family with a sister who was a Noble Consort in the Palace, he had of course seen Ye Qiu before and was familiar with his style of conduct. Knowing his high position and his uncompromising nature, Zhang Yun dared not speak further. He almost knelt on the spot, if it were not for Ye Qiu's glare that stopped him.
"Little Guizi, give him 200 taels." Ye Qiu commanded Eunuch Gui who was standing behind him.
"There's no need, no need." Zhang Yun waved his hands repeatedly. How could he dare to accept money from Prince An? Although he felt pain over his painstakingly acquired white porcelain twisted-flower vase, today he had no choice but to let it go.
