Chapter 8 Oil Lamp
"Alright."
Seeing Li Ang’s determined attitude, Yu Miaoshui was also straightforward. He slapped the armrests of his chair, snatched up his folding fan, and rose to leave the room.
Ai Rong hesitated for a moment but still put away the B Version Contract. Before leaving, he softly reminded, "Risheng, Doctor Yu has extensive connections with pawnshops, banks, and temples. You have just over a month before you participate in the provincial examination; it’s best not to get distracted."
"Risheng understands."
Li Ang nodded. Ai Rong’s words were a reminder of two things.
First, Yu Miaoshui has connections in pawnshops and banks, so I shouldn’t even think about borrowing money from elsewhere.
Second, what Yu Miaoshui truly fears is my status as a scholar. If I didn’t hold this status as a State Scholar, Yu Miaoshui would have long since used cunning measures to seize the Security Hall.
Having said his piece, Ai Rong cupped his hands in a farewell gesture and departed.
Watching their figures disappear into the street, Chai Cuiqiao ground her teeth in anger and said anxiously, "Young Master..."
"What’s the rush?"
Li Ang shook his head and walked over to close the main gate. "They have a formal, signed contract, and there’s even a copy at the Government Office. The procedure and reasons are both perfectly legitimate. We can’t just forcibly stop them from leaving, can we?"
"But..."