"Can you promise me something?" Wang Lianzhu asked with his head lowered.
"Tell me? As long as I can do anything, I will do my best." Zhong Xizhao habitually touched Lian Zhu's lowered head and said gently.
"Take these." Wang Lianzhu put a heavy bag of silver into Zhong Xizhao's hand and whispered: "I am safe and sound only because of the rescue of a young master named Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu is a servant in the Yiren Pavilion. I don't want him to follow the path of a lowly official. I want to ask Brother Zhong to help me redeem Young Master Xiaoqiu from the Yiren Pavilion."
"What's the problem? You can keep the money yourself. Brother Zhong's family can be so great without these few pieces of silver. Wouldn't it be a joke to spread the word!" Zhong Xizhao pushed the money back to Lian Zhu, "Brother Zhong will take care of everything."
"Brother Zhong, this is Lian Zhu's wish. If I use your money, I won't have any good intentions from Lian Zhu." Lian Zhu squeezed out a smile: "Lian Zhu is not a small family, but he was really embarrassed when he encountered robbers."
"The money to redeem Young Master Xiaoqiu should be considered as Brother Zhong's loan to Lian Zhu. Lian Zhu should keep the money himself. When Lian Zhu returns home, he will have the money to return to Brother Zhong." Zhong Xizhao still refused to accept Lian Zhu's money. "Or is Lian Zhu planning to forget Brother Zhong when he returns home and never want to see him again?"
"No..." It's not that I don't want to see Brother Zhong, it's that Lian Zhu can't see Brother Zhong anymore. I have no way back... I can't let Xiaoqiu go on the same path as myself...