Those around him who had been calling him shameless turned their heads to think about it after hearing this, and realized that it seemed to make a lot of sense.

Yun Zhiyi almost laughed out of anger at his shameless words.

She lowered her eyes, about to speak.

Suddenly a voice rang out.

“Miss Yun, if you are willing to sell the recipe for Spring Jade Dew, I am willing to offer 100,000 taels of silver.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in an uproar.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a group of women dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing veils walking towards them, with many servants and maids clearing the way.

These women are clearly from noble families.

The people along the railing instinctively moved aside, leaving an empty space.

Yun Zhiyi turned her head and her gaze fell on the woman in purple who was at the head of the group.

The woman spoke again, "If Miss Yun feels it's not appropriate, we can talk again."

The onlookers were somewhat bewildered.

One hundred thousand taels for a prescription?

That's some kind of top-tier, heavenly recipe!

For a time, many people became curious about what Spring Jade Dew was.

An Yuanbo stared intently at the woman who spoke, so angry that his hair was about to stand on end.

“Princess Fu’an, this is a matter for our Earl’s family. Please do not interfere.”

Princess Fu'an chuckled, "If I remember correctly, Miss Yun has no connection with the Earl's Mansion anymore. Spring Jade Dew belongs to her, so she should have the final say. Miss Yun, what do you think? Perhaps we can find a place to have a good talk."

An Yuanbo almost couldn't catch his breath and immediately turned to look at Yun Zhiyi.

"Wenrou, don't forget that you still owe the Earl's family fifteen years of nurturing grace."

Yun Zhiyi turned her head and said, “First of all, my surname is now Yun. Secondly, the Earl’s Mansion did raise me for fifteen years, but I almost died at Wen Wan’s hands many times. If I hadn’t been so lucky, I wouldn’t be standing here today. What I owe you, your daughter has already taken back. Finally, how much benefit has my Chunyulu brought to the Earl’s Mansion over the years? If we really want to settle accounts one by one, it should be the Earl’s Mansion that owes me.”

"you!"

Yun Zhiyi ignored him and instead looked at Princess Fu'an.

“Your Highness has a discerning eye. The Spring Jade Dew recipe will indeed only gather dust in my hands from now on. Your Highness is sincere, and I must not let you down. However, carrying such a large fortune will inevitably bring danger. Perhaps it would be better to choose something else.”

Princess Fu'an became interested upon hearing this.

"Oh, what do you want to change to?"

When An Yuanbo saw that she was actually going to agree, he immediately stopped her.

"Gentle, Princess Fu'an has no past with you. Now you are all alone. Why would anyone spend a lot of money to buy the formula from you? Don't be blinded by money, or you will regret it later!"

Princess Fu'an looked at him sarcastically, "Why does the Earl of Anyuan judge others by his own standards? Not everyone is like you."

After tasting the flavor, the crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter.

An Yuanbo was so angry that his face turned red, and he pointed at Princess Fu'an.

In the end, however, she turned to Yun Zhiyi.

"Gentleness, even though we are no longer related by blood, we still have the bond of raising each other. How can you allow outsiders to humiliate me like this!"

Yun Zhiyi glanced at her sideways, her gaze cold and devoid of any emotion.

“We have severed all ties, and I have repaid what I owed. We are now even, so please do not interfere in my private affairs, Lord.”

After saying that, he ignored the furious Earl Anyuan and looked at Princess Fu'an.

"Now I only want a place to settle down. I am tired of the infighting in the inner quarters and just want to live a peaceful life. So let's exchange this place for a farm."

Princess Fu'an seemed quite surprised.

The others stared at her in astonishment.

A so-called estate is actually a village that has been assigned to a nobleman.

The village's lands belonged to them, but the villagers were not slaves and were free to choose to leave or stay.

What villagers can get from this farm each year is nothing more than the rent and grain paid by the villagers.

In these difficult times, yields are low, and how much grain can a village earn each year? It's far less than 100,000 taels.

The Earl of Anyuan felt that she was deliberately humiliating the Earl's Mansion, and his gaze towards her was filled with murderous intent.

Princess Fu'an raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You should know the value of Spring Jade Dew."

Yun Zhiyi only smiled faintly.

Princess Fu'an lowered her eyes. "Alright, then please move over, Miss Yun, so we can discuss this further."

Yun Zhiyi nodded and stepped outside.

People outside the fence watched her and automatically made way for her.

Marquis Anyuan was so angry that his chest ached and his face contorted as he shouted at her.

“Wenrou, I gave you your life. You owe the Earl’s family a debt you can never repay unless you give back your life.”

As he said this, his eyes darkened, a cold light flashed in his pupils, and his expression became fierce.

Yun Zhiyi paused slightly, turned around, and looked at the three of them intently.

“I should have paid back what I owed, and I paid it back a long time ago, including my life. But there are some people who owe me, and I will always come back to collect. This is not the beginning, nor will it be the end.”

After saying that, he chuckled softly, and said meaningfully.

"I do have one last piece of advice. How can you two be so sure that such a vicious person is really your daughter? What can a swaddling cloth prove? Fifteen years have passed. Who knows what might have happened during that time? I suggest you investigate more carefully, lest you end up raising someone else's daughter."

Wen Wan's body suddenly trembled, and she turned her head to look at her with surprise and uncertainty, her heart filled with panic.

I wonder if she noticed anything.

Ke Yunzhiyi had already turned and left, her back view resolute and swift.

As Cen watched her departing figure, she unconsciously pressed her hand to her chest.

I felt a dull pain in my chest, as if a piece of flesh had been ripped out.

She closed her eyes tightly, lowered her head to gently stroke her daughter, and stopped looking at her.

Wan'er is my daughter. This is good. From now on, I can give Wan'er all my love.

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