Even the old chicken vendor did not dare to question Ye Qingyun's identity.
Because throughout Chang'an, no one would dare impersonate Guoshi Ye.
Besides, who across the entire Datang did not know that Guoshi Ye Qingyun was a young man?
Extremely amiable.
Yet unfathomable, just like an immortal living in the mortal world.
The old chicken vendor instantly concluded that the man before him was none other than Guoshi Ye Qingyun.
At the thought of his own attitude toward Guoshi Ye just now, the old chicken vendor wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice.
He was courting death, fucking hell!
What kind of person was Guoshi Ye?
Calling him a living deity was no exaggeration.
For such a man to buy his chickens was the greatest fortune of his life.
And yet he had been so blind.
Ye Qingyun couldn't be bothered to haggle with him over such details.
"Give him six hundred taels," Ye Qingyun said to Liu Changyue behind him.
Liu Changyue nodded and took out six silver ingots from her storage bag.
"I wouldn't dare take your money! These chickens are a gift from this old man to Lord Grand Preceptor, a token of my sincere respect—I cannot take your money!"
How could the old chicken vendor dare accept silver from Ye Qingyun?
He would have given them away for free without a second thought.
Ye Qingyun frowned and said, "Business is business. You're selling chickens, and I'm buying them; giving you money is only right and proper. Whether one is the Grand Preceptor or an ord…
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