You looked at Su Yun's servant and said slowly, "I fear I cannot fulfill Young Master Su's wishes. Xie Guan has already accepted another family's invitation."
The servant's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. His master had repeatedly impressed this matter upon him; if he failed, punishment would surely await him.
"Young Master Guan, why not accept this invitation card for now, so that I may have something to report? Once I return, I will truthfully inform my master and let him decide," the servant pleaded.
Seeing the sorrow in his expression, you gave a slight nod.
Overjoyed, the servant hurriedly presented the invitation. The attendants behind him also set down the silver, bowed, and departed in haste.
Parasol Tree looked at the suddenly increased pile of silver before her, a flicker of delight passing through her eyes before doubt arose again. "Young Master, should we really accept so much silver...?"
Xie Yuan smiled. "Parasol Tree, set your mind at ease."
"To the Su Family, three hundred taels of silver is merely a single hair from nine oxen. If he did not feel that gifting silver was too insulting, he would probably have had cartloads delivered."
"As for this Gathering of Beauties Banquet invitation, its value is far beyond three thousand taels of silver."
Zhang Yunzhi also nodded slightly. As the foremost of the Nine Great Surnames, the Su Family naturally would not care about such a trifling sum.
It was laughable, really—the Gathering of Beauties Banquet was being held to raise disaster relief funds for Jiangnan Circuit.
Outside Bianjing City, countless refugees starved to death by the roadside. She had once traveled with her mother to Southern Long Circuit, and along the way, after lifting the carriage curtain to look upon either side of the road, she had seen