"What do you an ’not bad’? If I don’t boast about it, I’m sure you can’t find another one in the entire Capital City who can compare with our Third Young Master. Even if you lay out everything in his mind in front of you, you still wouldn’t understand it." The person in white was full of admiration for Jun Moyan.
Feng Liyan was unimpressed.
Thinking to himself, given the chance, he must open this guy’s eyes to let him know what it ans for there to always be soone better.
"That’s why I say, our Third Young Master is definitely not marrying above his station with your Little Princess. People always say it’s better to destroy a temple than break up a marriage, so don’t be so..."
"Hold on, what do you an by ’a marriage’? Let tell you, Xiao’ai already has a husband."
"What?!" The person in white widened his eyes, as if he’d just heard sothing incredible.
Miss Wen... has a husband?
What does that an?
She’s married?
"I advise your so-called Third Young Master to stop daydreaming. He’s just not in the sa world as Xiao’ai."
"Wait, what did you an by that?" The person in white was about to ask on behalf of Jun Moyan, when the shop attendant interrupted their conversation by hanging up the phone.
"I’m sorry, you two, I really was out of line earlier. Please co in, take whatever dicine you need."
The attendant ca out from behind the counter, respectfully inviting Feng Liyan in to pick out the dicine.
He even had a colleague bring them water to drink.
Their attitude did a complete 180-degree change.
Feng Liyan said nothing, entered the counter, and started choosing the herbs he needed from among hundreds of dicine cabinets.
The attendant watched Feng Liyan’s actions of handling and sniffing the herbs and imdiately realized the man wasn’t lying; he really was in the sa trade.
But the herbs he picked were completely different from those nas he ntioned earlier.
How did he not know these herbs had other nas?
The attendant felt puzzled, but he wasn’t going to ask too much—these were friends of the Young Master, after all, and he shouldn’t offend them.
The attendant followed behind with the dicine scales and weighed the drugs according to Feng Liyan’s requirents, then had his colleague wrap them up.
During this ti, the pharmacist—the one who was supposed to appear only in the afternoon—ca in a hurry and personally helped Feng Liyan by explaining the effects of the dicinal herbs, showing that Jun Moyan’s connections were indeed substantial.
"This one is slightly damp; do you have any stock in the warehouse?" Feng Liyan handed the herb in question to the attendant.
Being told outright that the store’s herbs weren’t good enough was sowhat...
The attendant looked a bit embarrassed and instinctively glanced at the old pharmacist next to him, but he saw that the old pharmacist wasn’t bothered and watched Feng Liyan with appreciation.
The attendant withdrew his gaze and replied:
"Yes, yes we have it. I’ll get it for you. How much do you need?"
"Four taels. And these few here, do you have any with a bit more age? Let see them." Feng Liyan pointed with his slender finger to several precious herbs displayed on the counter.
"Yes, I’ll go get them." That reply ca from the pharmacist.
He thought to himself, this young man is definitely a promising talent.
Soti later, he’d have to ask Young Master Gu if there was a way to recruit him.
The person in white watched as Feng Liyan unhurriedly and thodically selected herbs and comnted, "I didn’t realize, you really do know your stuff."
Feng Liyan glanced at the person in white, smiled, and said nothing.
In half an hour, Feng Liyan selected over sixty types of herbs from hundreds, though the pharmacist ntioned that a few were not available.
Feng Liyan, feeling helpless, had to find substitute herbs with similar effects.
But fortunately, for the important spiritual dicines, he was accustod to carrying them with him.
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