"Two thousand taels of silver?" Marquis Zhongyong's reaction to the figure and the matter was identical to that of Duke An, "Hasn't the work already been completed? Why would His Highness Prince Yu pay you so much silver for a project that is already in its final stages?"
Ye Xinyan almost audibly complained about their reactions. Why did they all respond in the same way?
Did they think operating the railway carriage was simple? What did they think the two thousand taels of silver were for? Was that supposed to be the price for selling herself? Was her worth merely two thousand taels of silver? Ridiculous!
"Two thousand taels is not a small sum; with monthly salary in silver, it's enough for a lifetime. His Highness Prince Yu is no fool; why would he give away so much silver for nothing? Running the railway carriage isn't easy, and I didn't ask for more than what was owed. This is the most conscientious price possible," Ye Xinyan said irritably.
