His little darling had indeed spent too much time in a bandit's den; now she had the air of a bandit herself.

However, he likes it, but...

"Little darling, we've only refined about twenty portions. There are still more than twenty portions of medicinal herbs left. You can take them all after the uprising starts. Don't take too little of the portion you're using to deal with the situation, or you'll arouse their suspicion and make them more vigilant, which would be a loss," Mo Linxian reminded the little bandit girl affectionately.

“That makes sense…that’s right…” The little bandit reluctantly put down the two medicine bottles she had already taken in her hand. She nodded heavily after making a great effort and said, “Master is right. Even if you throw a meat bun at a dog, it has to actually contain meat, otherwise it will become something that no dog would want to eat.”

"Yes, just consider it feeding the dog," Mo Linxian comforted her, going along with her words.

In the evening, Meng Qi arrived at Songmei Garden as agreed to collect the first batch of refined pills.

Ji Fengyao held the half-embroidered wedding handkerchief by Bai Lu, pretending to hold the needle up and down (not even knowing where to attach the needle), without even lifting her eyelids. She casually waved it towards the table on the ground next to her and said lazily, "Look, all the pills that have been refined are over there. Ten batches of Spirit Nourishing Pills were refined, six were ruined, and three were successful; twenty-five batches of Spirit Nourishing Pills were refined, eighteen were ruined, and only seven were successful."

As she spoke, the muscles on Meng Qi's face twitched in response:

This scrap rate is astonishing.

"There's nothing I can do. I haven't refined pills in a long time, and my skills have become rusty. This is also the first time I've refined a sixth-grade pill in a long time. To be honest, it's all luck that I succeeded," Ji Fengyao said casually, as if she were singing. "Fortunately, the quality of the pills is not bad, and there are quite a few mid-grade pills."

While examining the pills, Meng Qi thought to himself: Do you think I don't know who your disciple was in your past life?

What rank of alchemist were you in your past life, ninth or tenth?

Is it just luck that I can succeed in refining mere third- or sixth-grade pills?

Ten batches of pills were made, yielding only a little over one hundred and thirty pills in total, most of which were of medium or low grade, with only three being of high grade!

With this record... that former sect leader of the Pill Sect, Mo Linxian, probably taught you alchemy with his feet before!

“Princess Chonghe, you…” Meng Qi couldn’t help but want to argue with the little bandit.

She married his master in a few days, and then she would be a member of their demon realm, belonging to the same country.

The demon realm is thriving and growing stronger, so shouldn't she, as the demon queen, also enjoy supreme glory? Why be so stingy!

But before he could even finish his argument, the little bandit interrupted him, saying, "What? I've already done my best; besides, alchemists always take a ten percent cut as payment, no matter how many pills they produce."

After saying that, Ji Fengyao pulled the storage ring off her finger and threw it on the table in front of Meng Qi.

The storage ring slammed onto the table with a crisp sound, then spun around on it, making a soft, shaky noise that sent shivers down Meng Qi's spine.

Ji Fengyao's voice was filled with impatience and anger: "If you can't accept it, then I won't take this 10% cut. Consider this batch of pills as something I refined for you for free. The remaining twenty-odd portions of the Uyghur Pill ingredients are all in this storage ring. Take them all, along with the pills. You can lose your life, but the dignity of a pill refiner cannot be dishonored. And don't ever mention pill refining to me again."

Meng Qi: "..." This guy is really something else.

He's having such a hard time!

He hadn't even said anything yet, and this little devil was already refusing to do anything!

This little ancestor's temper is even worse than the Demon Lord's!