She tilted her head and looked at Mo Yunhan, "Anything is fine?"

Mo Yunhan replied with a smile, "Yes, anything is fine."

Jiang Qingwan rubbed her hands together happily, her face flushed, and her pale lips regained some color, making her seem alive again.

"I want half of the silver from Puheng Money Shop."

Mo Yunhan remained silent and continued to wait.

Jiang Qingwan thought he was reluctant to part with it, so she thought about it and took a step back.

"You're a prince, your life is worth a lot, okay? Fine, for the sake of our acquaintance, I'll ask for less, a third of the silver, that's the lowest I can go."

Mo Yunhan felt somewhat helpless.

"All you want is money?"

Jiang Qing's response was both subtle and decisive.

"Of course, who would complain about money? Besides, what would I want if not money? Power? Even a prince like you could have your head chopped off at any moment if you fell out with the emperor, let alone a commoner like me. As for anything else, you have nothing. Look at yourself now, all you have to offer is your face, and your figure is so-so..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Yunhan grabbed her, flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed.

The man's face turned ashen with anger.

"My figure is so-so? It seems that the princess has a great misunderstanding about this. I will take off my clothes now and let you see clearly."

He easily grabbed Jiang Qingwan's hands with one hand and twisted them behind her head, then used his free hand to rip open her collar.

Last night, the belt around his waist had been loosened while applying the medicine, and when he pulled it, his entire upper body was exposed.

Beneath the mottled, old scars are well-developed pectoral muscles and perfect abdominal muscles, each one exuding explosive power and a strong masculine aura.

Below the waist and abdomen, an extremely sexy curve is hidden at the edge of the pants.

Jiang Qingwan swallowed hard, making a loud gulp in the tense atmosphere.