The rain that had fallen over Qingliang Prefecture for five full days finally stopped.
Ren Ye stood barefoot on the banks of the Qingliang River and looked up at the sky. Only when he saw the brilliant sun and cloudless blue sky did the tension of the past several days finally ease completely.
A wave of exhaustion washed over him. Without the slightest concern for appearances, he plopped down in a muddy pit to rest for a while.
Objectively speaking, Ren Ye was probably the first imperial prince in Qingliang Prefecture, or even the entire Great Qian Dynasty, to personally take part in repairing a levee.
Such a gesture of closeness to the people left the commoners both overwhelmed and filled with admiration. Many stood where the workers came ashore, shouting, "Long live Prince Huai!"
In this feudal age, Ren Ye's actions were simply too astonishing.
Beside him, Old Liu heard the people's cheers and wiped his face with a muddy paw, deeply disgruntled. Curling his lip, he said, "I did the most work and invested the most money. I've been following you all this time without earning a fucking cent, and I'm still paying out of pocket. Most importantly, you're the prince everyone cheers for, and I'm the lackey. Fuck, where's a man supposed to find justice in this life?"
"Liyuan Garden tonight. Pick one, but she can't be younger than forty-five, because you don't deserve better," Ren Ye said with a grin. "Oh, right. Tips are on you."
Old Liu gritted his teeth and held back for a long time before replying, "That works."
He really was tired, and hungry too.
Ever since arriving in Qingliang Prefecture, he hadn't had a single drinking session with hostesses or a single erotic massage. All he could do was work like