Chapter 30 He's still just a child
Shanxi looked at Junyan, who was clean, pure, and without a trace of impurity, and her heart ached sharply.
The boy, already struggling to make ends meet, did his best with everything he could, yet even so, he still blamed himself...
"No, I just think those things are too valuable. You gave them to me..." Shanxi couldn't bear it, and her voice softened. She even wanted to rush over and hug Junyan tightly to comfort him.
Jun Yan has given her everything he has that is good.
She felt that the gift was a bit too heavy.
“I don’t think it’s valuable, because you… are my only friend.” Jun Yan looked at her sincerely, his gaze as genuine as the brightest star in the night sky.
Jun Yan Leng Ci's skin had a faint luster, like a carefully carved piece of jade, yet it exuded a fragile beauty.
He's like a noble Samoyed, clearly of high birth, yet so pitiful, looking at you with pleading eyes full of dependence...
Sun-hee was so soft-hearted that she almost knelt down and hugged him.
"Yes, I'm your good friend, so if you ever need anything in the future, just come to the Shan family to find me." Shanxi said, patting Junyan on the shoulder.
Grandma, aside from anything else, can easily help him with things.
She just didn't know if the Seventh Prince had any ambitions to become emperor. If he did, she could kindly lend him a hand.
"Mmm." Seeing that he couldn't keep her, Jun Yan reluctantly let go of her hand.
However, as soon as Shanxi went downstairs, Junyan followed her down as well.
His steps were unsteady, each step taken cautiously, yet he followed closely behind Shanxi, as if letting go would mean losing something important.
He even followed them for half a street until his subordinates gently reminded him, at which point he reluctantly left, turning back every few steps.
Noticing Junyan's gaze, Old Master Chen's lips curled up with a hint of teasing: "Miss, could it be that the Seventh Prince has feelings for you?"
Shanxi gave him a disapproving look and said, "He's just a child."
Grandma has lived for over a thousand years, while the Seventh Prince is nothing more than a pitiful child born into the royal family who is not well-liked.
“Miss, you treat her like a child, but she treats you like a friend.” Old Master Chen raised an eyebrow, deliberately emphasizing the word “friend,” his eyes full of mockery.
Shanxi's gaze toward Old Master Chen suddenly turned cold, carrying a hint of warning, as if telling him not to joke around.
When Old Master Chen saw that Shanxi was really angry, he quickly made a pursing motion and obediently shut his mouth.
However, as soon as he finished doing this, he heard a questioning voice in his ear: "I bought this pill from Shanjia Auction House. It's genuine and absolutely authentic. I can show you the receipt if you don't believe me."
Shanjia Auction House?
Sunhee looked at the man curiously, only to see him frantically pulling out various documents, trying to prove his innocence.
However, the other party frowned even more deeply and roared angrily, "Your pill is clearly just an ordinary grade three pill, how dare you pretend it's a grade four pill? You must have a death wish!"
"Guards! Beat him! Beat him to death, you liar!"
"Do you think the Wu family doesn't know their stuff? The Wu family is a family of alchemists, how dare you use a third-grade pill to impersonate someone else? You're truly courting death!"
"Beat them! Beat them to death!"
Upon hearing this, Shanxi frowned deeply, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
She strode forward, her movements light yet undeniably assertive, and grabbed the sticks that the servants had raised high with a clean and swift motion.
"Excuse me, may I take a look at this pill?" Although Shanxi was holding a stick, his words were sincere and very polite.
The Wu family member glanced at her and handed her the pill with disdain, their eyes seeming to say: What do you think you can figure out?
"My Wu family is a century-old family of alchemists. We are absolutely infallible in our appraisal of pills. The purity and efficacy of this pill are far from reaching the fourth grade!" Butler Wu said decisively, his tone full of arrogance.
"No, this is something I bought specifically from the Shanjia Auction House, it can't possibly be fake!" The man was so anxious that his face turned red, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was trembling with tears.
"My sister is waiting for this medicine to save her life, how could I possibly buy a fake one!"
"I spent all my savings and borrowed a lot of money. You can't wrong me like this!" the man pleaded earnestly, his words filled with anxiety.
Seeing the man so anxious that tears were streaming down his face, Shan Xi frowned slightly, a pang of pity rising in her heart.
She gently took the pill, held it to her nose, and with just a light sniff, she determined its grade based on her rich experience and keen perception: "This pill is indeed grade three."
Based on their efficacy, purity, and difficulty of refining, elixirs are divided into nine grades, from one to nine.
Each one is vastly different from the others, like the difference between clouds and mud.
However, only pills of grade three or above, that is, grade four, are eligible to be auctioned. This pill is only grade three, so it is impossible for it to have been purchased from an auction house.
However, the man's expression was sincere and his tone was touching. Judging from his clothes, this pill probably cost him all his money!
"Can I see the receipt?" Sunhee asked the man.
The man nodded frantically, as if grasping at a last straw, his face full of anxiety.
With trembling hands, he handed the receipts to Shanxi one by one, his movements so careful, as if he were handing over his entire life and fortune.
Seeing that Shanxi seemed to want to meddle, Steward Wu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and he kindly reminded him, "Don't be fooled by him. All the money he has on him can't even buy a single fourth-grade pill."
"With his poor and shabby appearance, what ability could he possibly have to buy genuine goods?"
"Besides, what's the use of this kind of receipt? I can just buy a fourth-grade pill and a third-grade pill, and swap them out. I've seen this kind of trick many times," Butler Wu said smugly, as if he had seen through everything.
Upon hearing this, the man immediately burst into tears, tears welling up in his eyes. He said in a choked voice, "I really bought it from Shanjia Auction House. If you don't believe me, come with me. They can testify for me."
"I swear on my life that if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!" the man said, raising three fingers with a determined look.
Shanxi took the receipt and saw that it clearly bore the seal of Shanxi Auction House, so there was no mistake.
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