Chapter 1187: King Channing's Tax

side the window, and murmured: "I can't eat. You go out first, I want to be alone for a while."The maidservant, seeing Jin Xueyuan's troubled countenance, couldn't help but kneel and tremble, "Princes...hao, you jest! Even if those silver coins reach the Treasury, there's no way to store them. We need to immediately arrange for their transport out. The money houses in various regions are like springs...