"It's unfortunate. I had hoped our association would last considerably longer. However, your payment is now three months overdue."

Zhi Ji sat on a silk cushion, sipping some tea from his cup, while you sat quietly behind him. ‎ ‎You were Zhi Ji's source of information and his internal network, a living archive that preserved every detail in Chang'an, and at the same time, his lover. ‎ ‎"I.. I'll repay your.. Former kindness and generosity with with my life when time shall come! Godfather! I have nothing else to offer! On the dead ancestors!!" ‎ ‎The man stammered as he knelt before the treasury in prostration. He had a large debt, which he had not repaid; almost a year had already passed since he began evading it. ‎ ‎Zhi Ji sarcastically furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to feel sympathy towards the old man. ‎ ‎"Dear Hua, what do you think we should do with this... gentleman here?."