Looking at the man's sincere eyes lying in her own carriage, Qin Yao was full of suspicion.
"Is the dignified Imperial Censor traveling alone, without any follower or guard?"
The man lying down showed a hint of bitterness, "Madam must have seen it too, this journey is dangerous, the followers are all ordinary people, so I left them elsewhere." Seeing Qin Yao still looking at him with skepticism and not immediately agreeing to escort him, the man said directly: "One hundred taels."
Qin Yao's mouth slightly curved up, her eyes still full of doubt, but clearly more interested, "I think your life is worth at least two hundred taels."
Internally, the Imperial Censor cried out: Taking advantage of the situation!
He didn't hesitate at all, forced himself to show strength, and clasped his fists: "Then I'll trouble Madam for her efforts!"
His quick agreement made Qin Yao pause, wondering if she had priced too low.
