As the waiter spoke, he cast a curious glance at the young woman in the pale yellow dress.
Then his eyes lit up.
Everyone in Sunset-Cloud City said the Mo Household's third young master was a good-for-nothing.
But the brat certainly had first-rate taste.
Mo Ze rarely came to places like teahouses on his own.
He had always been rather reserved.
Only when his eldest and second brothers had still lived in Sunset-Cloud City had they occasionally brought him somewhere like this.
Chen Yan ignored the waiter's remark. He merely smiled and placed a hand on the table. When he lifted it again, an ingot of silver had appeared there.
"Bring us your best tea. Keep the change as a tip."
"Right away, Third Young Master!"
The teasing look in the waiter's eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by delight and respect.
He hurriedly tucked the silver into his sleeve and answered,
"Of course. Please wait a moment."
Mo Ze's behavior did not sit well with Jiang Qingran, and she frowned slightly.
Even if he had money, he should not spend it like that.
Besides, it was Uncle Mo's money, not money he had earned himself.
At the same time, though, Jiang Qingran was puzzled.
Where had that silver ingot come from?
Mo Ze's hands had been empty the entire time. She had not seen him reach into a purse or any other pocket.
It was as though the silver had appeared out of thin air.
Had I seen it wrong?
The storyteller in the teahouse was vividly recounting the war at the front. At that moment, he was speaking of the withdrawal from the border passes on the foremost line of the Far Eastern Lands.
The people of Sunset-Cloud City all looked worried.
Over the past three thousand years,