Looking at the smile on Murong Yu's face, Murong Qing seemed thoughtful, thinking to himself, "This Mu Qing is not yet of age, is he? He has heard of the second young master of the Prime Minister's mansion but has never met him. He is not well-known. I don't know why his third brother seems to care about him. I might find an opportunity to get to know him later."
The young apprentice brought over the medicinal herbs that the King of Beiyuan had bought and said, "Sir, a hundred-year-old ginseng costs five hundred taels per plant, five plants cost two thousand five hundred taels, and a five-hundred-year-old ginseng costs three thousand taels per plant. In addition, there are five hundred taels each of Codonopsis pilosula, Astragalus membranaceus, and Angelica sinensis, totaling six thousand taels of silver."
Even Murong Qing and the others were stunned by the price, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, "It's really not cheap."
However, considering that aged medicinal herbs are indeed hard to come by, I feel that the price is understandable.
After all, there are many situations where people have money but can't buy medicine.
Murong Qing paused as he was about to take out his silver notes. Although he could afford six thousand taels, it was still a considerable sum for him.
Beiyuan Dawang didn't hesitate much and walked to the counter to pay.
At this moment, Ah Zhuang walked over with a smile and said calmly, "Since you are a distinguished guest brought by the young master and the first to buy medicinal herbs, our shop will give you a discount of one thousand taels this time, making it five thousand taels in total."
Upon hearing this, the King of Beiyuan laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha, in that case, thank you very much."
After paying the bill, the group said their goodbyes and left.
Before leaving, Mu Ya glanced at Murong Qing with a hint of reluctance. Murong Qing, sensing her gaze, turned back, met her eyes, and nodded and smiled at her.
Mu Ya forced herself to remain calm and gave a respectful bow, her face slightly flushed.
Muqi noticed that Muya hadn't followed, so he turned around to look for her and happened to see this scene.
Mu Qi: "..."
Mu Ya turned around and jogged forward, saying, "Big brother, let's go home."
His voice was full of joy.
Mu Qi couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Xiao Ya, you..."
Mu Ya took Mu Qi's hand and said, "Brother, let's talk about this when we get home."
Summer Palace
That evening, the Emperor, accompanied by the Imperial Concubine and Murong Zhi, entered the Summer Palace. Several ministers, including the Prime Minister, were invited to the banquet, and they had already taken their seats.
The palace maids busily and orderly served various dishes and placed them on the table in front of the King of Beiyuan and his ministers. The Emperor and the Imperial Concubine sat at the head of the table, with the King of Beiyuan, the Crown Prince, and his ministers sitting to the right, and a performance stage set up to the left.
On stage, a musician gently plays the soothing guqin.
The Emperor sat on the high platform, raised his cup and said, "Tonight, everyone, please feel free to relax and enjoy yourselves."
Then, turning to the King of Beiyuan, he said, "I wish the King of Beiyuan a safe journey."
The King of Beiyuan rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The officials rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Amidst the singing and dancing, everyone ate to their heart's content.
Early the next morning, the King of Beiyuan and his entourage packed their belongings and prepared to set off back to the desert.
City gate
The King of Beiyuan looked at the Crown Prince and his entourage who had come to see him off, clenched his right fist and placed it in front of his chest to bow to them, then stood up and said to Murong Zhi, "Thank you for your hospitality these past few days, Your Highness."
Murong Zhi: "Your Majesty of Beiyuan are too kind. I wish you a safe journey."
King Beiyuan: "Thank you, welcome to the desert."
The King of Beiyuan looked at Murong Yu, the general of the dynasty who fought against the desert. He actually admired Murong Yu. If they hadn't had different stances before, they probably would have gotten along very well.
Thinking of this, the King of Beiyuan stepped forward and gave Murong Yu a hug, using the farewell etiquette between friends in the desert.
Murong Yu understood and responded with the same courtesy he would show to him in the desert. The two smiled at each other, saying nothing, nor was there any need to say anything more.
King Beiyuan laughed and said, "We'll meet again someday." With that, he nimbly mounted his horse, and the group began their journey home.
Along the way, we bought a lot of cheap and easy-to-store food to bring back to the desert in preparation for the winter.
After watching the departure of the King of Beiyuan and his entourage, that afternoon, Murong Yu announced to the public that his old illness had relapsed and he was critically ill. He then posted an imperial edict in the name of the royal palace to invite renowned doctors from all over the country.
He had previously reported this matter to His Majesty, saying that he had a chronic illness and wanted to recruit renowned doctors from all over the country. It would be even better if he could find a reclusive doctor, so that his father and mother could also recuperate.
The Emperor was getting on in years and had various minor ailments. Thinking that seeking out a renowned doctor wouldn't hurt, he agreed and instructed the head of the Imperial Medical Academy to cooperate.
Murong Yu had considered it. Using poisoning as a pretext would be more targeted, but it was too sensitive. After weighing all the factors, he chose to use the pretext of a relapse of an old illness, which was safer.
Moreover, with the cooperation of the Emperor and the Imperial Medical Academy, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
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