Zhang Ting sighed again, stealing a glance at Zheng Xiuhong's closed courtyard gate. 'Senior Sister Zheng is truly a good woman,' he thought to himself.
Despite Bai Ming facing certain death, she was still spending her entire fortune to try and save him.
Chen Qing hadn't expected Zheng Xiuhong to be so loyal and righteous. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhang Ting, he returned to his own courtyard to pack briefly before setting off to the Prefecture City to meet with Yang Zhicheng.
"Brother Chen, I've taken care of everything."
Yang Zhicheng handed a stack of silver notes and a list to Chen Qing. "The Turtle Shell, Bone Spikes, Sharp Claws, and Poison Fangs have all been sold at market price. The buyer was very straightforward. The total comes to ten thousand and seven hundred taels of silver."
Chen Qing took the list and the silver notes, glanced at the amount, and nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Yang."
