Qi Jingyu was almost dragged into a room by those women. He barely made it to the second floor and saw the Imperial Uncle sipping tea and fanning himself. Curious, he asked, "Imperial Uncle, how did you get up here?"
"It's simple. I didn't have any silver in my pouch. I shook it a few times in front of them, and naturally, they wouldn't bother me anymore," Li Qingmu said matter-of-factly.
Upon hearing this, Qi Jingyu had an epiphany. He dressed differently from ordinary people, clearly looking like someone with wealth, so it was no wonder those women wouldn't leave him alone.
Li Qingmu chuckled and said, "You, ah, have too little experience in the Jianghu. You must know that understanding the ways of the world is also learning. Learn more!"
"I've learned my lesson. What the Imperial Uncle said makes a lot of sense." Qi Jingyu thought to himself, as expected, the older the ginger, the spicier. He should've told them earlier that he had no money; his clothes were nearly torn.
