Ye Shixian's mind went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously looked at the servant.
Five thousand taels?
The servant wiped the sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly, "Time is short. My master said to pay five thousand taels first. The rest will be returned in full in a few days."
Although Murong Ye's status was noble, over ten thousand taels was still a considerable sum for him. It wasn't easy for him to produce so much at once.
These five thousand taels were all he could manage to scrape together, sending a servant to deliver them in secret.
The men behind him also began to persuade him in low voices, "Big Bro, five thousand taels is a lot. Besides, he's a young master from the Murong Mansion. We ought to give him some face."
With Ye Heng in prison, the Ye Family was an easy target, but Murong Ye was a different story. His father is the Second-rank Commander!
Zhao Fusheng flicked the stack of silver notes, and his expression instantly changed to a smile.
