However, with Shuncheng now practically in sight and his free-meal ticket about to expire, he was naturally ready to turn the tables and sing a song of triumph.
"Come on, didn't you say your stomach felt upset and that you'd be willing to spend a little silver to have your young master tell you a story to make you feel better?"
Qiulan pressed a hand to her chest, desperately fighting down the churning in her stomach. "But young master, what you were telling wasn't a story."
Chapter 21