"However, this durian is a bit expensive, costing twenty taels per pound."
Qiao Lian'er originally wanted to ask for fifty or one hundred taels, but after thinking about it, she decided not to be so dishonest. Besides, asking for a lower price would allow her to do business for a longer period of time. Moreover, she had a large quantity and could supply an unlimited amount.
The nobles were all delighted to hear this.
"Such delicious food, only twenty taels a pound, Miss Qiao is such a kind person."
"Not to mention twenty taels, two hundred taels is no problem."
Qiao Lian'er secretly rejoiced. In modern times, if a pound of durian cost 20,000 yuan, she would have already been cyberbullied online.
The world of the rich was beyond her imagination, moving her to tears.
The allure of durian was clearly far greater than that of nuts. The nobles crowded around the carriage, pushing and shoving each other, unwilling to move. The way they looked at Qiao Lian'er seemed to be saying, "Open one, open another one!"
Even after we finished eating all the durians in the truck, we still weren't satisfied.
Some licked their lips, some savored the lingering taste in their mouths, and some examined the durian shells repeatedly.
Prince Heng had asked Qiao Lian'er to save one for him in advance, and despite the thorns on the durian, he held it in his arms like a treasure.
"This is all mine, none of you are allowed to have a chance to get your hands on it, hmph."
Nevertheless, some people couldn't help but say, "Your Highness is the best. If Your Highness gives me just a small piece, just a tiny piece, I'll send Your Highness a jar of century-old Daughter's Red wine tomorrow."
"Go away, even the finest thousand-year-old Daughter's Red wine can't compare to my durian."
Prince Heng's clothes were pierced by durian thorns, but he didn't care at all.
Even though Qiao Lian'er had the goods and could eat them anytime she wanted, Prince Heng still guarded and protected them fiercely.
Not only him, but everyone else ate durian like wolves, so of course he had to be careful.
Compared to eating durian, visiting the peony garden wasn't as interesting as I had originally expected.
Prince Heng now wants to buy a house full of durians and sleep on them.
However, since everyone had already come, he still wanted to do his best to be a good host.
He handed the durian to the steward and instructed him to lock it in a secret room with several keys.
"You're not allowed to steal food," Prince Heng warned the steward. "Otherwise, I'll kick you out."
The housekeeper, who dislikes durian, held the durian in his arms, barely able to breathe.
He had a long face and just wanted to throw the durian away; he had no intention of stealing any.
Upon entering the peony garden, everyone felt refreshed. This year, the peonies were blooming exceptionally well, each one as large as a bowl, layer upon layer, trembling slightly in the wind.
Yao Huang, Dou Lv, Wei Zi, Zhao Fen, Er Qiao, Dao Jin, Feng Dan, Bai Xue Ta, and many more—they have it all.
Some areas are planted with a single color, while others are planted with a combination of several colors.
With its elegant and grand appearance, and its exquisite beauty, it symbolizes the prosperity and profound history of the capital city, showcasing the grandeur of the nation's golden age.
Qiao Lian'er was treated to a feast for the eyes.
"Which colors do you like?" Pei Shijiu asked from the side.
Qiao Lian'er thought they were all good, but seeing his sincere eyes and the expectation of an answer, she casually pointed to a few.
After admiring the peonies, it was already dusk. Everyone stayed at Prince Heng's residence for dinner and then dispersed.
Many people also reminded Qiao Lian'er not to forget to deliver the goods to them.
When they parted, Pei Shijiu pulled Prince Heng aside and said a few words to him.
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