"You're asking His Majesty for silver? Do you lack silver and won't speak directly?" Fourth Master asked, smiling as he reached out his other hand and pinched Ye Zao's nose.
When she talked like that, Fourth Master simply felt delighted.
Pleasing his own woman, Fourth Master felt a great sense of accomplishment.
"There are many places in the palace that need silver. Though our Fourth Master dotes on me, the servants are people too, and they need to make a living. They all need to eat and drink. Without silver, how would they be willing to do their work? And I care about appearances as His Majesty's favorite consort. So I am a bit heavy-handed, Your Majesty... Fourth Master..."
Ye Zao then stopped moving and, hugging Fourth Master's arm, gave it a shake: "Won't you take care of it?"
Smiling, Fourth Master pulled her into his embrace: "Alright, alright, I'll take care of it. Let's go, I'll get you the silver right now."
