C84 The Oriole Is Behind You

"Fifty, a hundred, a thousand. Three thousand five hundred. . . "

On the stone table in the courtyard of the west courtyard, Aadong held Su Yin's bill and carefully calculated the total price.

Because she had never seen so much silver before, her small face was flushed red with excitement.

Su Yin and Aadong's wooden carving master were studying the two coffins and exchanging insights