"Master, this is from Miss Ye, saying it's some medicinal supplies she prepared." Si Nan presented the note Ye Jiu had given him with both hands.
Sikong Mo took the note and, seeing the scruffy handwriting on it, felt a certain comfort well up inside him.
He reached out to touch the already dry ink and ordered, "When we return to the frontier border, have Si Rong tally up the value of the provisions supplied today, convert it into silver, and deliver it to her. Also, send her one of my calling cards."
Si Nan was immediately filled with trepidation.
Their lord's status was noble; naturally, the calling card was not to be given lightly.
And for Miss Ye to receive such an honor indicated that in the eyes of his master, her status must have already reached a great height.
Inside the carriage, Ye Gaosheng's uneasy gaze unconsciously drifted toward the young beggar.
The closer they got to home, the more anxious his heart became.
