Li Ya'er laughed heartily at Meng Zhao's words of gratitude, unconcerned as he declined the thanks.
"Young Master Meng, there is no need for this. If there had been no one capable of making a clear judgment in this assassination attempt, I fear the blame would have been pinned on my Li Family, leaving us to suffer an undeserved injustice.
Though my Li Family does not fear idle gossip, we have no wish to take the blame for others. Thus, revealing a little information to you was nothing at all.
On the contrary, I should thank you for honoring your promise that day. You did not spread word of Xingchen's defeat, preserving my Li Family's dignity and leaving the child Xingchen a future."
Li Ya'er spoke with utmost sincerity, for that was indeed the truth.
Though his Li Family was wealthy and powerful, they still cared about their reputation.
If Meng Zhao had truly disregarded everything and publicized all that had happened in the teahouse that day, they could only have accepted it without refuting it.
But they would also have borne a grudge against Meng Zhao from then on, becoming irreconcilable enemies.
Now, however, it was good for him and good for them, with everything calm as before.
Li Xingchen's defeat at Meng Zhao's hands, aside from making him personally uncomfortable, had caused no further consequences. That was enough.
"Xinglu and I came to pay you a visit today not only to point out the suspected culprit behind the attempt on your life. There is another matter as well.
We hope to purchase a batch of daily necessities and cultivation resources from you. The price for all of them will be fifty percent above the highest market price. What do you think, Young Master?"
Meng Zhao froze for a