Yan Qing's carriage left the Marquis Duanjing's residence, followed by a cart full of silver. In the scorching heat, even the horse couldn't walk fast, swaying gently towards the direction of the city gate.
Someone saw the Marquis Duanjing's carriage and asked in wonder, "Where is young Master Yan going? Why isn't he riding a horse today?"
Having won one million five hundred thousand taels of silver from Bafang Gambling House, Yan Qing's reputation had exploded since yesterday, and his every move was watched with great interest.
Those who had heard the news answered, "It's said that he's going to Jiuhua Temple to donate incense money, hauling a whole cart, which amounts to a hundred thousand taels."
Some were shocked, "A hundred thousand taels just for incense money? Isn't that too much?"
"Well, who doesn't know that young Master Yan is rich!"