The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter Chapter 164 - You Want Money To Spend?

Chapter 164: You Want Money To Spend?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

On the first night, Bai Yi was practicing his swordsmanship in the courtyard.
Although he had not led troops into battle for a long time, Bai Yi did not dare to relax for even a day.
It was because the current emperor, Gu Yihan, was a militant. Occasionally, when he took a fancy to a country’s land, he would directly send an army out to war.
Bai Yi had to be prepared for such a moment.
Therefore, he took out the red tassel spear that had been put aside for several months and swung it around in the courtyard.
The red tassel spear in his hand was powerful and his movements were smooth like flowing water, bringing along rustling blade wind like a swimming dragon.
After Bai Yi finished training, he was already sweating profusely in the cold weather at the end of winter.
Just as he was about to get a hand towel, a white towel suddenly appeared in front of him.
Bai Yi was stunned and took it.
He looked at Ye Siming, who was standing in front of him. The youth’s eyes were silent as if they were fixed on an abyss.
Bai Yi was puzzled. It was really unprecedented for Ye Siming to hand him a white towel.
Ever since Ye Siming came to the Bai Manor, he had always liked to live in seclusion and didn’t talk much to Bai Yi. Even when they chatted usually, Bai Yi was the one talking most of the time and Ye Siming would listen quietly.
The youth only responded to topics he was interested in.
This was the first time Ye Siming had taken the initiative to walk into his courtyard and even considerately handed him a towel to wipe his sweat!
“Have you had dinner?” The two of them were relatively quiet and Bai Yi broke the silence first.
Ye Siming nodded slowly and replied with an “en”.
Then, he didn’t leave and just stared at Bai Yi.
The youth’s eyes seemed to be flickering with a cold light in the dark night. Bai Yi had been on the battlefield for many years but the hair on his back still stood up from Ye Siming’s gaze.
Bai Yi couldn’t hold it in anymore and asked, “Are you looking for me?”
Ye Siming looked at him and was silent for a moment before nodding slowly.
Then, he asked in a cold voice, “Do you need my help? I can do anything as long as you pay me money.”
Bai Yi was speechless.
He looked at Ye Siming’s expression and felt that he wasn’t joking.
“You want money to spend?”
Ye Siming nodded slightly.
Bai Yi sighed. “The emperor previously rewarded you with so much gold, silver, and jewelry. They can all be exchanged for silver.”
Ye Siming shook his head. “I want some money that I can spend, not such shiny objects.”
“How much do you want?”
Ye Siming pondered for a moment. “How much do you need to buy a candy figurine?”
After Ye Siming finished speaking, Bai Yi completely understood.
Ye Siming was asking for money to take care of the little princess. He had almost forgotten that Ye Siming was going to the palace to accompany Gu Nuo’er tomorrow!
Bai Yi looked up and laughed. “This is such a small matter. Come, come, come. I’ll give you ten taels. It’s enough for you to buy ten sugar figurines tomorrow.”
Ye Siming turned his body to avoid the silver taels Bai Yi handed over and said coldly, “I don’t accept free lunches. I’ll help you and then you’ll pay. That’s only fair.”
Bai Yi scratched the back of his head in distress. “But I don’t have anything I need your help with now.”
Ye Siming went into deep thought. “Then I’ll watch as you practice. I saw that you were a little slow when you were swinging the spear just now. You might fall if you’re not careful. I’d be considered helping you if I were to catch you then.”
Bai Yi was speechless.
He waved his hand. “There’s no need to go through so much trouble. My lower body is still quite stable. How about this? Take this red tassel spear and show me a set of spear techniques. I’ll give you ten taels for that. Is that alright?”
Ye Siming thought about it and felt that it was a deal. He nodded and took the red tassel gun from Bai Yi.
With the spear in his hand, Ye Siming looked valiant and his movements were even more unpredictable than Bai Yi’s spear technique that was passed down in his family.
His movements were smooth like a swimming dragon or a slithering snake. The spear shadows were like cold lights that filled the sky, bringing with them the cold aura of splitting snow and splitting mountains.