Qin Yao was in front of a newly bought dressing table, calculating something with paper and pen.
Three lamps were lit inside the room, one in the outer hall, one beside the bed, and another on the dressing table. The light was ample, too bright for any romantic ambiance to arise.
It only took Liu Ji a second to realize he might have misunderstood; there was no such transaction awaiting him inside the room.
He sighed inwardly and brought the warm sugar water to the dressing table.
Qin Yao naturally reached out, drank half a bowl, returned the bowl to the tray, and continued to scribble a few more strokes on the paper before stopping.
"I spent about seventy taels of silver today. The cost of living in the Capital City is high; the money simply doesn't last." Qin Yao complained and silently used the pen to erase the balance calculated on the paper.
