"That kid forbade me to say it, didn't he?" Qian Youxue pressed.

"Young Miss, please don't make things difficult for this old servant. The young master said he will come back later. He was worried about you, so he left someone for you. There are also some spiritual herbs and silver notes in here." Manager Lin stuffed a spatial ring into the young lady's hand, then made a gesture of invitation and led the person to the window.

Following Manager Lin's gaze, on the street, a man with a full beard held a bloodstained whip in his hand, and a woman covered in wounds sat beside him.

Yunhe!

A hint of surprise flashed in Qian Youxue's eyes as she looked at Manager Lin with a puzzled expression.

"You are the young master's only concern in Xuanwu, and it was Yunhe who volunteered for this. Miss, this old servant kowtows to you here. If it weren't for you, the young master would have perished in Xuanwu. Please don't refuse." Manager Lin's eyes reddened, and he flicked his robes as he was about to kneel down.

"No, no, Uncle Lin, you've always been an elder in my heart. You've taken care of me these past few days, and I should be thanking you. I'll take that girl in. Tell Wuxie not to worry about me. I can refine medicine now, and I believe in my talent. I'll soon bring you many surprises." Qian Youxue helped Manager Lin sit down and handed him the pills.

Shopkeeper Lin looked incredulous. He unscrewed the bottle, smelled the faint medicinal fragrance, and poured the pills out in his hand with trembling hands. Then he stood up excitedly.

"How was it? Not bad, right?" Qian Youxue asked expectantly.

"This really came from Miss's hand?" Manager Lin simply couldn't believe it. A few days ago, when the young master left, he told him that Miss Qian's spiritual root had been repaired, and he thought it was a miracle. Now, in just a few days, she was able to refine such a pill. Even with the young master's high talent, he couldn't achieve such speed. How could he not be surprised?

"Manager Lin, how much can these pills sell for?" Qian Youxue was a money-grubber.

"Two hundred taels of silver shouldn't be a problem. This... this was really refined by Miss Qian?" Manager Lin still couldn't believe it. He carefully examined the pill. Although its grade wasn't high, its quality was far superior to other pills of the same grade. This was just the beginning. Given time, it would probably leave the young master far behind.

Two hundred taels!

Qian Youxue's eyes widened. She could make hundreds of such pills in one go, which meant she would soon become a little rich woman.

But now that Wan Yao Ge has left, who will she sell her pills to?

"Manager Lin, now that Wanyao Pavilion has moved, where will we sell these pills?" she asked anxiously.

Shopkeeper Lin thought carefully for a moment, then took out a fast token from his person and handed it to Qian Youxue: "Miss Qian, take this to Fengxing Auction House and find someone named Lei Jun. He will accept your pills and give you a reasonable price."

"Thank you!" Qian Youxue put away the token and bowed gratefully.

Manager Lin gave a few more instructions, then sadly bid farewell to Qian Youxue and left the private room, instructing the waiter to quickly bring the food and wine into the room.

Qian Youxue calmly packed everything away, and only woke Lianxin up after the food and wine were served.

Lianxin rubbed her head, thinking that she hadn't slept well last night, which was why she felt tired, so she didn't suspect anything. After eating and drinking her fill, she followed her master out of the restaurant.

Before leaving, Qian Youxue had a wine gourd in her hand.

A crowd had already gathered not far away. Several carefree young men kept glancing at Yunhe's face and asking him about his price. The drunkard was cracking a whip in one hand and holding a wine jug in the other, making people hesitant to get too close.

Qian Youxue squeezed in with Lianxin. When Lianxin saw Yunhe covered in blood, she covered her mouth in fear and almost screamed.