Antiques with Dark Spirits

"Marquis, didn't His Royal Heir send you a lot of silver? Why do you still look so downcast?" Nanli asked, sitting down and snapping Xie Beihan out of his thoughts.

Mentioning this made Xie Beihan feel even worse. Pouting, he said, "I went through so much trouble to help him detoxify, and he only gave me fifty taels of gold, just fifty taels!"

In contrast, Emperor Muwu had rewarded Nanli with ten times that amount of gold!

Nanli didn't hesitate to tease him, "With your mediocre skills, it's already generous of the Royal Heir to show any gratitude. Don't expect too much."

Xie Beihan gave Nanli a wistful look. "Sixth Sister, if you were a bit sweeter, I'd like you even more."

"Then I'd better be even more sharp-tongued," Nanli joked.

Even though he knew she was joking, Xie Beihan couldn't help but feel his spirits sink.