The steward specially arranged to guard the ancestral home, who does not indulge in luxury, but how can he be so extravagant?
However, with mountains high and the emperor far away, Xu Yin has purchased a large amount of land here, and without any relatives to supervise and manage, it's not unusual for a steward to take some cuts for himself.
Apart from these silver coins, there was nothing else in the pouch.
Xu Yin, full of suspicion—could the people he personally arranged to come really be so clean?
Jiang Lin felt a little confused.
The bed creaked, and Zhou Yi muttered in his sleep and began to turn over.
Jiang Lin hurriedly hid behind the bedpost.
When the bed settled down, he peeked out again. By this time, the moonlight had already shone into the room, revealing even the outlines of areas not directly lit.
