Willow Lake, a gentle April day. Orioles danced, and golden scales occasionally broke the shimmering surface of the water.
Zhou Tieyi had borne the weight of karma for the group, showcasing the profound nature of Buddhism. Borrowing this mystical air, the sons of the military nobility couldn't help but drink a few cups more. Once the wine had set the mood, Zhou Tieyi, still seated, smiled at Yuchi Jing beside him. "Brother Yuchi, I’ve had an idea for a small business lately. Are you interested in investing a few thousand taels and taking a share?"
A few thousand taels—to an ordinary person, it was a lifetime of savings, but to the grandson of the General of the Right, it was mere pocket money for the month.
Chapter 111