Ning Yan followed Kang Shi and the others out of the room. Along the direction of their gazes, she saw a group of people and a whole herd of...
Pigs?
The youth rode a snow-white mule, unmarked by a single spot.
Calling it a mule... Aside from its somewhat foolish-looking face, it was superior to ordinary warhorses in every other respect—height, length, and the muscles in its limbs. Ning Yan's gaze traveled upward. The youth wore a crimson, close-sleeved riding outfit, with a sigil hanging at his waist.
The sigil was translucent in color.
Without the light, it would have been difficult to spot.
In an instant, she had a guess.
Meanwhile, Shen Tang kept grumbling about that unscrupulous merchant. If the man hadn't been so unreasonable, why would she have had to make the trip herself? If outsiders found out that she, the dignified governor of a commandery, had gone to buy piglets, would she have any dignity left? Any face at all?
Buying them was bad enough...
That unscrupulous merchant had also taken advantage of her kind-looking face and sold piglets at the price of grown pigs. Did he really think she was a sucker?
No matter how unscrupulous a merchant was, under her unconventional threats, he had still chosen to yield and "voluntarily" offered her a twenty-percent discount off the market price.
Shen Tang had bought every piglet he had.
Now she was returning with a full load.
Anyone who didn't know the truth and saw her looking so "triumphant" and "pleased with herself" might have thought she'd won a great victory on some battlefield.
"Xian Deng, Ji Shou!"
Shen Tang hopped down from the mule.
The two clasped their hands in salute. "Greetings, My Lord."
Ning Yan also curtsied. "Greetings, Lord Shen."
"No need for all