Overjoyed, Mo Jinghao and Mo Bilian looked up sharply at Ling Jingyu.

"How many?"

Could it be that they are deaf and misheard?

Ling Jingyu's expression darkened slightly, and he repeated with some displeasure, "Ten million."

Mo Yunzhao, who was inquiring about the situation, almost choked on his saliva when he heard the number.

He's saying that number, isn't he afraid of choking on it?

Mo Jinghao and Mo Bilian exchanged a glance.

Mo Bilian said softly, "Your Highness, ten million is more than we could earn in ten lifetimes. What do you think..."

Ling Jingyu's handsome face turned completely dark. "Originally, it was ten million gold, but I took pity on you and reduced it to ten million silver. If you can't even pay that..."

Mo Bilian looked up, her eyes brimming with hope as she gazed at him.

Ling Jingyu's voice was as cold as ice, "I can make him even more useless now."

The glimmer of hope in Mo Bilian's eyes vanished instantly, and she became even more frail, "Your Highness..."

"I am a divine physician; I treat people based on my mood. Even money can't buy me a cure. As for you..."

Mo Jinghao hurriedly replied, "I can afford it, Your Highness, please rest assured. Even if I can't afford it now, I will definitely pay Your Highness with whatever I earn in the future."

Ling Jingyu's expression improved somewhat.

Mo Jinghao urged Mo Bilian again, "Lian'er, quickly give all the silver you have to His Highness."

Mo Bilian was also shocked by the huge consultation fee.

She took out several silver notes from her sleeve, then untied the purse containing loose silver from her waist and handed it over, saying, "Your Highness, this should be more than a thousand taels. Please accept it."

When she handed over the purse, she understood her father's intentions.

A purse is a woman's personal item. If she gives it to a man and he accepts it, it is equivalent to a lifelong commitment.

Ling Jingyu didn't answer, but instead called out, "Ah Zhao."

Mo Yunzhao stepped forward.

Ling Jingyu looked down at her with a smile: "Ah Zhao, you keep it. What I earned is yours."

Mo Yunzhao took the silver notes and purse without any hesitation.

After all, Moyang City is very poor right now, and there has been a city-wide riot and a plague, so it needs money even more.

Mo Bilian saw Mo Yunzhao count the silver notes, then pour out the loose silver, and casually toss the beautiful and exquisite purse on the ground.

The purse embroidered with white lotus patterns was immediately covered in dust.

"One thousand and fifty taels," she said, then hid the silver.

Ling Jingyu looked down at her and said, "Give me your hand."

Mo Yunzhao looked up at him and obediently extended her hand.

Ling Jingyu took out a red rope and was about to tie it around her wrist.

"What?" Mo Yunzhao pulled his hand back.

Ling Jingyu: "We can't leave more than three steps away. Only by binding us like this can we determine the distance."

"Need not……"

Ling Jingyu said domineeringly, "If you don't want to tie us up, then let's hold hands."

Mo Yunzhao paused for a moment, then extended his hand.

Ling Jingyu smiled and tied the red rope around her right wrist in a tight knot.

Then he stretched out his left hand, "Ah Zhao, you tie it up."

Mo Yunzhao glanced at him, then picked up the red rope and tied it around his neck.

Fu Liu stared, her eyes wide.

Your Highness is so wicked! You've played matchmaker and tied the city lord's red thread to him!

But His Highness just now said to Mo Bilian...

No, a fickle man, even His Highness, is unacceptable.

Ling Jingyu then took out another mask identical to his own, saying, "Change it every two hours, and wash your hands frequently..."