The eunuch servant glanced at Chen Yi skeptically, but, as if well-practiced, he slipped the silver into his pocket without hesitation.
Chen Yi frowned slightly and handed the eunuch servant another tael of silver for the third time.
"Oh dear, that's enough, just a token is fine..."
The eunuch servant offered a string of polite refusals while reluctantly tucking the two taels into his chest. Then he continued:
"Sir, what about the birthday gift?"
Chen Yi replied casually, "Didn't bring one—just these three taels of silver."
The eunuch servant's eyes widened. Three taels of silver to celebrate Prince Jing's birthday? Was he here to cause trouble?
Seeing this, Yin Tingxue couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
Through her muffled giggle, Chen Yi pulled her across the threshold.
