Zhao Yi turned his head to look at Li Zhiyuan, with a bitter expression on his face: "Are you trying to get me killed?"
Li Zhiyuan: "It's my business, the old lady won't say anything."
Zhao Yi: "Do you really not know what this means?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Do you want it or not?"
"I want it."
Li Zhiyuan went inside, carrying out a tall stack of books, and handed them to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi took them, went downstairs, and then to the courtyard. He first placed the books on the ground before jogging over to the old lady.
The old lady was already seated, and Tan Wenbin was making tea for her.
Zhao Yi glanced at Tan Wenbin, thinking: You really are busy, serving both the Qianqing Palace and the Cining Palace.
Liu Yumei picked up her teacup, glanced at Zhao Yi, and Zhao Yi hurriedly prepared to kneel and kowtow.
