The young lady's pretty face flushed bright red. She hurriedly lowered her head, revealing the delicate, slender nape of her pale neck. Clinging tightly to her pipa, she looked unbearably shy.
"In broad daylight... Sir, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Li Liao took out a gleaming silver ingot and placed it on the dining table.
"Just tell us what we want to know, and this silver is yours."
That ingot had to be at least five taels. An ordinary singer earned two or three silver coins at most for a song; some only received a dozen or so copper coins.
To offer five taels right off the bat was incredibly generous.
The young lady was clearly tempted.
Hua Manman picked up the silver ingot and pressed it into the young lady's delicate hand. She even gave the back of the girl's hand a little stroke and said with a smile,
"Go on, tell us. We won't treat you unfairly."
Li Liao's eyelid twitched.
'She... she actually dared to cop a feel.'
