Many Obedient Subjects Must Have Their Root!

Su Beihai's face was even more filled with fury, yet he could do nothing about it.

Amid the crowd, there were even people jeering:

"Look at this prefectural lord—so stingy, so miserly."

"Don't tarnish an official lord's prestige!"

The old man cried out even louder from the ground.

"This carriage has no eyes! It nearly took this old man's life! This leg is probably ruined."

"Murder! Where is justice in this world?!"

Su Beihai frowned tightly. Once again, he pulled out thirty heavy taels of silver from his sleeve and, without hesitation, stuffed them into the hands of an official beside him, his gesture carrying a trace of urgency.

"Go, quickly!"

This time, the official did not throw the silver onto the ground. Instead, he carefully handed it to the old man below.

"Master Li, call it a day already!"

The old man flicked his wrist, weighed the silver in his hand, smacked his lips, and feigned surprise.

"Oh!"

"Master Su is generous indeed! This is friendship worth its weight in real gold and silver!"

The old man appeared to be dressed in ragged hemp clothes, and the official casually reached out to help him up.

"Don't support me. This grandpa can walk on his own!"

Using his own strength, the old man climbed to his feet, patted the dust from his trouser legs, and completed the whole motion in one smooth flow, utterly practiced.

Where was there even the slightest sign of injury?

Yuwen Liqian's maid finally understood. Wasn't this simply extortion?

In broad daylight, someone actually dared to stop the prefect's carriage and put on such a performance before everyone's eyes. The morals of the age had truly declined; such absurdity had actually appeared in Yan Territory!

This was outright rebellion against heaven!

The maid said furiously, "Princess..."