"Traders do business by selling to the highest bidder, especially when you don't have any silver on you." As soon as Si Jinhan spoke, he paved a clear path for the youth.
The youth once again hesitated, observing Lin Ziyin, then gestured towards her, "One stick of incense time, no money, sell them."
Lin Ziyin nodded and urged Lin Changshu to hurry to Ding'an Temple to borrow money.
"Si Si, make a trip to the temple." Si Jinhan gleefully ordered the guard by his side.
Upon hearing this, the guard immediately turned around and dashed off, moving much faster than Lin Changshu.
Lin Ziyin was secretly furious. Si Jinhan was simply insane, dispatching someone to the temple at this moment. There was no need to guess what he was plotting.
"Master Chu, may I borrow a hundred taels of silver from you?" Spontaneously, Lin Ziyin asked Chu Suifeng.
Chu Suifeng had been watching Si Jinhan bully Lin Ziyin. He hadn't expected Lin Ziyin to ask him for help.