Luo Sheng walked over and smiled slightly at Wei Qiang: “Does Your Highness find this acceptable?”

Wei Qiang took a deep breath, restraining the instinctive reaction of trembling heart and shaking hands, and slowly squeezed out a smile: “No need. Tomorrow I’ll have someone deliver the silver.”

Everyone nodded secretly.

They completely understood the Crown Prince’s feelings.

They also didn’t dare put things on account now. They all saved up enough money before coming to eat. Otherwise, if the wine shop staff went to collect the debt, the tigresses at home would find out.

“That’s fine too. Whatever is convenient for Your Highness.” Luo Sheng’s attitude was very good—gentle and generous.

But Wei Qiang wished he could teach this little slip of a girl a lesson.

Now he finally knew why there was no limit for him.

Everyone rose one after another, preparing to leave.

At this moment, Wei Han spoke: “Pack me a portion of pickled radish peels.”

Everyone’s footsteps paused.

Right, there were also the crisp pickled radish peels available for takeaway.

The wine shop’s radish peels were sour, spicy, and slightly sweet with a crisp texture—perfect for eating with rice.

“Just put it on my account.” Wei Han added.

Everyone reacted and called out one after another: “Pack me a portion of crisp pickled radish peels too. I’ll pay now!”

The words “pay now” were shouted with such heroic spirit.

This was certain—they had silver notes in their pockets all along, never expecting this meal would cost them nothing.

Wasn’t it just two taels of silver per jar of radish peels? If not for the takeaway limit, buying two jars wouldn’t hurt either.

Wei Qiang watched several servers bustle about, quickly distributing one black ceramic jar to each person, his mood growing increasingly depressed.

Yes, he admitted the wine shop’s food and drink were extremely delicious. Even at this price, it made him want to come eat again when he had the chance.

But weren’t these court ministers who wore fine clothes and ate fine food eating a bit too much?

A group of old men averaging nearly sixty years old—weren’t they afraid of indigestion from eating so much?

A delicate black ceramic jar was pushed in front of Wei Qiang.

Wei Qiang looked up and met the eyes of the person holding the jar.

“This is a gift for Your Highness.”

A gift?

Wei Han looked over coldly.

Everyone holding radish jars looked over.

How was there also a gift?

Luo Sheng explained with a smile: “Since the wine shop opened, this is the meal with the highest expenditure. As the proprietor, I’m very grateful for Your Highness’s support, so I’m gifting a portion of radish peels.”

Wei Qiang: “…” Stabbing his heart with a knife—better not to have explained.

Everyone showed expressions of sudden understanding and couldn’t help nodding.

Right, right, there should be a gift.

Five thousand six hundred and twenty taels of silver.

Honestly, thinking about this amount made them dizzy.

Some people got motion sickness from carriages or boats—who knew there would be a time when one could get dizzy from money.

Wei Qiang had wanted to refuse.

He was the Crown Prince. If he just accepted whatever this little girl said, wouldn’t that be too undignified?

But thinking of the radish peels he’d tasted at the wine table just now, he couldn’t bring himself to say the words of refusal.

He remembered Yu Niang loved eating pickled radish peels.

Yu Niang’s appetite had always been poor. When summer came, this pickled radish peel was a small dish often present at the dining table.

He sometimes went to eat at Yu Niang’s place and would casually try a bite, but none tasted as good as today’s radish peels.

If he brought a portion of crisp radish peels to Yu Niang, she would surely be very happy.

Thinking thus, Wei Qiang accepted the black ceramic jar.

“Thank you, Miss Luo.” The radish jar pressed heavily in his hand, just like his currently heavy mood.

Everyone keenly sensed His Highness the Crown Prince’s mood wasn’t very pleasant and hastily took their leave with their radish peels.

Wei Han was the last to leave.

“Your Highness, I’m sorry, but the wine shop is closing.” Luo Sheng reminded him blandly.

Having eaten and drunk one’s fill, why not leave?

“Miss Luo has forgotten something.” The man had probably drunk quite a bit of wine—his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Luo Sheng remained indifferent: “What thing?”

“There was no complimentary dish today.” Wei Han said seriously.

Luo Sheng actually detected a hint of grievance and glanced at him: “The Crown Prince was here today.”

The man tinged with some wine spirit seemed to hear a satisfactory answer. His thin lips curved slightly, his tone soft: “Then see you tomorrow.”

Luo Sheng originally didn’t want to respond, but thinking of how she’d severely overcharged Wei Qiang today and this man before her could be considered to have merit, she nodded: “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” The corners of Wei Han’s lips held a smile as he said it again.

Luo Sheng frowned: “Shi Yan, His Highness has drunk too much. See him off.”

Shi Yan was about to walk over when he heard Wei Han chuckle softly: “Miss Luo, see me off.”

Shi Yan froze in place.

Had his master become enlightened?

Good heavens, could the Crown Prince treating actually have this kind of effect?

Luo Sheng’s dark brows knitted even tighter.

Could Prince Kaiyang have something he needed to tell her privately?

Thinking thus, she nodded: “Alright.”

Walking out of the wine shop, the warm breeze assaulted them—it wasn’t as comfortable as inside the wine shop.

They had reached the hottest season of the year. Even at night, it wasn’t that pleasant.

Inside the wine shop was different. To keep the wine drinkers’ appetites good, several ice basins were placed in the corners.

From this perspective, the high price naturally had its reasons.

Wei Han didn’t speak, just maintained this side-by-side position with the young lady beside him, walking forward at an unhurried pace.

Behind them, two shadows gradually lengthened, walking out of the orange light scattered by the large red lantern hanging under the wine shop’s eaves.

Luo Sheng waited and waited for Wei Han to speak, finally unable to resist asking: “Does Your Highness have something to say?”

Wei Han’s footsteps slowed. He shook his head: “Nothing.”

Luo Sheng raised her eyebrows.

Nothing?

“Since there’s nothing, why did Your Highness dismiss the others?”

Specifically asking her to see him off—wasn’t it to discuss something?

Wei Han was startled: “I didn’t specifically dismiss the others.”

“Then Your Highness having me see you off—” Luo Sheng gradually understood, her face stern as she asked, “It’s just literally seeing you off?”

Was Prince Kaiyang drunk and bored?

Wei Han stopped and looked at the young lady whose expression had darkened slightly, feeling puzzled.

Seeing someone off—did it need to have another meaning?

It could be that he’d drunk a bit more wine today and didn’t quite understand Miss Luo’s meaning.

However, one thing he still understood—if he didn’t say something, Miss Luo seemed like she would get very angry.

The young guard following behind listening to their conversation anxiously waved his fists.

Master, the atmosphere has reached this point—you must pull yourself together.

Just say you’re fond of Miss Luo—what a perfect opportunity!

Wei Han reached out and grasped one of Luo Sheng’s hands.

Shi Yan was so excited he nearly jumped up.

Master, well done!

Luo Sheng frowned, watching what this somewhat intoxicated man planned to do.

She saw his other hand reach into the pouch hanging at his waist, fish out a stack of banknotes, and place them in her hand.

“Miss Luo, I remembered the prepaid meal money is almost used up. Please accept this ten thousand taels in banknotes first.”

What?

Shi Yan directly squatted down and beat the ground in frustration.

Following such a master, the future was pitch black.

Luo Sheng lowered her eyes to look at the stack of banknotes in her hand, then looked at the large hand that hadn’t let go yet, and said word by word: “Your Highness, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.” Wei Han instinctively refuted.

Luo Sheng raised her eyebrows: “So you’re consciously touching my hand?”

Only then did Wei Han realize what he was doing. He quickly released her hand and said with a solemn expression: “Miss Luo, I’m drunk.”