Xie Beihan wore a pained expression on his face. "I’ve never had a scratch on my skin since I was young, and now that I’m bleeding, you’re laughing at ."
Nanli no longer laughed at him and pushed him aside. "Then go and apply dicine, I’ll handle it myself."
Xie Beihan pursed his lips.
Before he could even apply the dicinal powder, the bleeding had already stopped. He felt a bit embarrassed as he watched Nanli skillfully cut the dicinal herbs, preparing to refine the dicine.
Although Xie Beihan was not knowledgeable, he had seen many things.
However, it was his first ti to see Nanli using talismans for alchemy.
"Little Sixth Sister, this isn’t a fire talisman," he asked, puzzled. He had never seen such talismans in any books.
Nanli explained, "These are purification talismans. They allow the dicine to exert its maximum efficacy. I created them myself."
Xie Beihan widened his eyes, watching as she ignited the talisman and affixed it to the alchemy cauldron. The talisman emitted a faint fluorescence, unaffected by the flas.
"How did you co up with so many peculiar talismans?" he muttered.
"A third-rate master uses others’ talismans. A second-rate master copies talismans from books. A first-rate celestial master paints their own talismans," Nanli pointed at herself. "Clearly, I am a first-rate celestial master."
There were only a few individuals in the world who could be called celestial masters.
Xie Beihan didn’t praise Nanli.
Instead, he lanted, "I can’t even be considered third-rate because I use others’ talismans and have to spend money to buy them!"
Nanli patted his shoulder and said, "Don’t be like this. Put more effort into it, and one day you’ll be able to use talismans you’ve painted yourself."
Upon hearing these words of encouragent, Xie Beihan’s mood improved slightly. After all, the ordinary talismans made by Little Sixth Sister were affordable. However, talismans like teleportation talismans cost tens of thousands of taels, and there was no guarantee of obtaining them.
His small treasury had long been emptied.
The Divine Lotus Cauldron had been simring the dicine for a whole morning and was finally taking shape.
When it was opened, a refreshing dicinal fragrance wafted out. Just taking a whiff made one feel clear-headed and invigorated, especially soothing for the throat.
Xie Beihan leaned in again and asked, "Little Sixth Sister, what kind of dicine is this?"
"It’s Chuanbei Loquat Pill," Nanli casually replied. "It’s good for the throat."
Xie Beihan pondered for a mont.
"Who are you making this for? There’s no one in your family with a hoarse throat."
As for him, it was even more impossible.
He had always been self-aware.
"It’s for the Ninth Prince. He inhaled thick smoke in the outskirts of the capital, so his throat should still be uncomfortable," Nanli said as she stored the pills in a bottle. This bottle would be enough for Ye Siheng to use.
Xie Beihan exclaid, "The Ninth Prince? Little Sixth Sister, you’re truly amazing!"
In the capital, apart from the national treasury, the Ninth Prince’s residence had the most money and treasures!
Nanli thought that Xie Beihan was indeed a competent friend and couldn’t help but smile.
Xie Beihan took the dicine bottle and said, "Leave this matter to . I promise to handle it for you."
Nanli originally planned to have Yuan ao deliver it, but unexpectedly, Xie Beihan volunteered.
She nodded and said, "Then I’ll leave it to you."
"I’ll take care of it. You can rest assured," Xie Beihan thought to himself, determined to sell it at a good price for her.
The residence of the Prince Yu.
Ye Siheng examined the casualty list of the Imperial Army, his expression turning sowhat gloomy.
Qing Feng’s voice was equally hoarse: "Your Highness, the military camp has suffered relatively few casualties, but there are many injured palace maids in the palace."
When speaking, he felt a slight pain in his lungs.
If he felt this way, the Prince must be even more distressed.
"Hmm," Ye Siheng responded, "I heard that the people from the Sitian Pavilion are unable to restore the formation left by the forr National Teacher."
After speaking, he coughed a few tis.
Qing Feng quickly advised, "Prince, you should speak less."
Ye Siheng waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.
A servant ca in to report that the eldest son of the Marquis of Zhenbei had arrived.
Although Ye Siheng was only a few years older than Xie Beihan, they were not of the sa generation and didn’t interact much on ordinary days.
Why did Xie Beihan co today?
Although he was sowhat puzzled, he still allowed Xie Beihan to co to the study.
Xie Beihan bowed and greeted, and as soon as he saw Ye Siheng’s handso appearance, resembling an exiled immortal, he couldn’t help but feel inferior.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle," he addressed him as his aunt did, "my sixth sister has refined a batch of Chuanbei Loquat Pills and asked to deliver them."
A hint of joy appeared between Ye Siheng’s brows, and even his eyes brightened.
He took the bottle, and upon opening it, the scent of Chuanbei Loquat filled the air.
Just by slling it, his throat felt much more comfortable.
He didn’t ask for much, but now that he had this bottle of pills, his heart felt as if it had been filled.
His voice softened: "Please thank her on my behalf."
Later, he would go to the storeroom and pick out so suitable items to give her.
Xie Beihan smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "Ninth Prince, my sister didn’t even have ti to eat or sleep. She watched the pill furnace without taking her eyes off it, pouring her heart and soul into it."
Ye Siheng raised his gaze, thinking that he held such importance in her heart.
Perhaps, he ant more to her than just a friend.
Even Qing Feng couldn’t help but feel excited upon hearing these words.
However, Xie Beihan continued, "So, these pills are sold individually, one hundred taels each, totaling fifteen pills, which amounts to one thousand five hundred taels."
The warmth in Ye Siheng’s heart instantly turned cold.
His face beca as dark as a storm cloud, and he tightly clenched the bottle, his voice as cold as ice: "What did you say?"
Xie Beihan shivered, realizing that among all the people in the capital, the Ninth Imperial Uncle was the one he couldn’t afford to offend.
He pursed his lips and tentatively asked, "How about... one thousand taels?"
"One thousand taels?" Ye Siheng’s voice remained terrifyingly cold.
Xie Beihan took a few steps back, already unable to withstand the gaze of the two.
He quickly pocketed the silver ticket and hurriedly left.
Ye Siheng almost crushed the bottle of pills.
But in the end, he couldn’t bear to.
After all, it was dicine she personally refined.
"Your Highness, this..." Qing Feng didn’t know how to console him anymore.
Ye Siheng looked at the bottle, a bitter smile appearing on his face as he murmured, "It seems that I am no different from others." Qing Feng felt extrely uncomfortable.
"Your Highness, perhaps Miss Chu has been short of money recently." Ye Siheng snorted, "The Emperor just rewarded her with a box of gold. What money could she be short of?"
His heart was in turmoil.
It had taken so much effort to convince himself that as long as she treated him differently from others, it would be enough.
At this mont, he felt like a joke.
Qing Feng had nothing more to say.
In his heart, he cursed Nanli several tis.
She failed to commit what she said before, truly despicable!
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