After Ye Zi'an left the guest quarters, he thought to himself that fruit wine was certainly good—some types probably sell for a dozen silver per bottle in Capital City. He had requested two cases, which meant twelve bottles, amounting to several hundred silver. No wonder it was good.
However, this kind of eunuch who served directly under the Emperor was better treated well at a higher expense than offended.
Ye Zi'an returned to the harem and saw Yangyang standing in front of the platform, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he saw him return.
"Beautiful daddy, you're really amazing!" And with that, he gave him a thumbs-up.
"Son, thank you for the compliment."
He patted his little head and led him into the house with one hand.
"Beautiful daddy, when I grow up, I want to be like you, I want to be a high-ranking official too."
"High-ranking official?" Ye Zi'an glanced at him upon hearing this.