When classes at the National Academy ended for the evening, Shen Ningning was about to board her carriage to go home.
But to her surprise, Ye Shangyi poked her head out of her own carriage and called out to her.
"Hey, Shen Ningning!"
The little girl turned to look, her small face flushed red like two rosy clouds.
"What is it?" Shen Ningning asked, blinking her large eyes.
Ye Shangyi actually tossed a bag of silver right at her.
Just as it was about to hit Shen Ningning, Muchun rushed forward and caught it.
Ye Shangyi huffed. "When I went home last time, my grandfather said that what you did was a great act of charity."
"A single quilted cloak is selling for 800 taels on the market. I refuse to take advantage of you. The silver in here is to make up the difference!"
With that, before Shen Ningning could even react, Ye Shangyi had already ordered her carriage to depart.
