No matter how unhappy she was to have her enjoyment disturbed, there was no choice but to prioritize the guests. Qi Shuangshuang could only hastily leave the feast with Feng Lin and Li Yu and quickly return to the Yin Yang Inn.
Inside the Yin Yang Inn, a dozen men dressed in coarse hemp clothing, their patches upon patches marking their poverty, were devouring their meals.
Their tables were laden with various meats, and for the common people struggling with life, being able to freely eat such meats was their greatest desire.
Since all the guests were busy eating, it was not appropriate to inquire, but luckily Pei Shaosen had already accounted for them, and now directly showed the Yin Yang Account to Qi Shuangshuang.
Qi Shuangshuang opened the Yin Yang Account, and the names of those newly registered for the day floated up. As she placed her forefinger on Zhao ManCang's name, his entire life flashed before her eyes.
