Song Qing swallowed hard and refused to look at the banknotes smelling like ink in Young Master Liu's hand: "How can I, the commander, be the kind of person who is blind to money? I won't go!"
"Three thousand taels!"
"Where are you going? By car or horseback? If you add another two thousand taels, you can ride on me, the commander-in-chief!"
"Northern Xinjiang!"
Chapter completed!