"I've made up my mind." Shen Yunan’s expression was tight, his dark countenance revealing his current displeasure. "I will write this promissory note."
"Very well." Xu Yuan stepped into the room and placed the paper and brush she had already prepared in front of Shen Yunan. "I ask that you write it out, Marquis."
Watching Xu Yuan’s practiced movements, Shen Yunan was stunned, as if this woman had been certain all along that he would agree. An oral promise was something he could find a way to dodge later, but a written document, with black and white evidence set in stone, left no room for excuses.
Chapter 27