Yang Zhenshan glanced at him, "Isn't your grandfather giving you silver to spend?"
Sun Anyang was stunned. "What do you mean, Marquis Yang? I really don't understand!"
This fellow was still playing dumb, actually not believing Yang Zhenshan could do anything to him.
Although Yang Zhenshan, Marquis Jing'an, was a rising star in the Capital City, he thought Yang Zhenshan should show some respect to his grandfather. It was just tens of thousands of silver, didn't it deserve consideration for the dignity of his grandfather?
Tens of thousands of silver!
In just a few months since he came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, he had raked in tens of thousands of silver!
Yang Zhenshan couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with him, and directly ordered: "Beat him, one hundred military baton strikes, just don't kill him!"
A man of Marquis Jing'an's stature would not waste time talking with a junior, better to beat him first.
