Zhang Ze had no choice but to hand it over.
Xiao Yu, a step faster than Prince Qi, took the bottle.
The father and son, each carrying a wine bottle, left with several attendants.
Zhang Ze watched the backs of the father and son, wanting to cry but finding no tears. He turned and headed for Su Chen's courtyard.
Su Chen was practicing calligraphy by the window. The sun had been lovely the past few days, and sitting there felt wonderfully warm.
A maid entered, curtsied, and announced, "Young Master, Guard Zhang has returned to report."
Su Chen put down his brush. "Let him in."
Zhang Ze came in and stammered out what had happened.
Su Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Great Uncle liked the wine, and Brother Yu liked the bottles?"
"And Brother Yu offered to trade a Ru Kiln vase for them?"
Zhang Ze nodded vigorously. That was exactly what had happened.
