"It is only right, please accept it. If you fall ill and it delays your journey to the capital, affecting your Imperial Examination next year, even a thousand deaths would not absolve us of the blame."
After some consideration, Meng Jintang finally cupped his hands in a bow and said, "In that case, I will boldly borrow it."
"Just take it and use it. As for the thank-you gift, I will have it delivered to your lodgings tomorrow."
"There is truly no need for that."
"It is necessary. Otherwise, owing such a great favor would make my sister, her husband, and their family unable to eat or sleep in peace."
Not knowing what came to mind, Meng Jintang eventually gave a slight nod and agreed. At this time, his attendant brought over a cloak. Meng Jintang put it on and stepped into the dense night.
After Meng Jintang left, Xu Shiling asked Zhao Jing in a low voice, "What kind of grievance do you have with this scholar?"
