"Welcome. What can I get for you?" the woman in front of the shop asked warmly.
Tingyun responded with a polite smile.
"Hello, shopkeeper."
"This little lady has just arrived and would like to bring some dream-related specialties back for friends in her hometown. These two local experts recommended this place by name, so we came to take a look."
"Oh my, you certainly know how to talk! Come on in—browse as much as you like!"
Watching Tingyun get pulled into the shop, Yan Huan could not help looking at March 7th.
"Um, does she have any money on her?"
"Definitely not," March 7th explained.
"We'll pay for her. Once Tingyun returns to the Xianzhou, or Yukong comes over, they'll reimburse us."
"Emmmm..."
Yan Huan rummaged through his pockets. Other than several bricks falling out, there was nothing else.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you carrying bricks around?"
March 7th kicked the things aside, utterly speechless.
"When you were emperor, didn't you ever skim some money for yourself?"
"That would've been far too low-class." Yan Huan spread his hands.
"I did the math. You should've gotten your monthly allowance by now, right?"
"You can pay when the time comes."
"Me?" March 7th pulled a stack of blue bills from her pocket, looking pained.
"I just hope Tingyun doesn't pick anything too expensive, or we'll embarrass ourselves big time."
"Hm?" Yan Huan said indignantly.
"With our current status, how could we possibly be this broke?"
"Oh, give it a rest... Don't forget that Asta was the one backing you up whenever you spent money like water." March 7th gave him a helpless look.
"Now that you've pissed her off, there's no way she'll give you money again."
"Why not? She should be thanking me." Yan Huan spread his hands.
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