"And this silver note? Naturally, it must have been delivered by the Second Prince."
Ma Junying's thick brows knitted tightly as his eyes narrowed, hesitating over the silver note. To accept or not to accept?
Although Ma Junying recognized the young servant as one of Second Prince Zhao Hongsheng's men, Xia Zheng did not. Firstly, Zhao Hongsheng had deliberately picked the least noticeable person to deliver the silver note, and secondly, since Xia Zheng had always been at odds with Zhao Hongsheng, he naturally paid even less attention to the underlings around him.
"Wow! So young Master Ma has brought a silver note, huh? The First Scholar really is extraordinary, having even your young servants handle the silver notes for you!" The play did not turn out as exciting as hoped, and Xia Zheng seemed somewhat disappointed. However, thinking about the large sum of silver entering his account, his disillusionment didn't last long.
