901 is a bit ugly, I can't bear to eat it.

The quiet moonlight poured down, illuminating his melancholic profile.

He pulled out the debt note from his sleeve again, unconsciously flipping it in the moonlight.

The white note, like a butterfly, twisted around his fingertips.

Jiang Yang hesitated, then spoke up, "Your Highness, should I go check what Miss Su Luo needed the thousand taels of silver for?"

A thousand taels was not a small sum.

Her sudden need for such an amount definitely meant it was for something important.

Wei Shu came to a halt, retorting, "Why check?"

Jiang Yang was taken aback.

Why wouldn't you have a clue in your heart?

Isn't it because you seem so distracted and concerned?

Of course, he didn't dare say that, stuttering instead, "This subordinate thought Your Highness might be interested!"

The night wind was cold and raw, curling into the carriage as Wei Shu coughed lightly.