The young apprentice smiled and replied, "Of course not. Our shop also has ginseng with medicinal properties that are five hundred or even a thousand years old."
"However, medicines that are too strong are not suitable for nourishing the elderly, lest they be too weak to be nourished and instead harm their health."
As he spoke, he straightened his small frame with a proud expression.
The young apprentice, seeing the tall, distinguished customer before him lost in thought and remaining silent, assumed he wanted to buy other medicinal herbs. After a pause, he added, "For warming and nourishing herbs, there are also codonopsis, astragalus, angelica, cordyceps, goji berries, red dates..."
"Customers can buy some if they need them. These medicines are mild and suitable for the elderly."
After saying that, he politely stepped aside and said no more.
King Beiyuan thought for a moment and said, "Five ginseng roots that are a hundred years old, and one ginseng root that is five hundred years old."
After hesitating for a while, he ultimately decided not to ask for the thousand-year-old ginseng. Since ancient times, things have been valued for their rarity. Hundred-year-old ginseng is already rare, and thousand-year-old ginseng would probably fetch an astronomical price.
He brought some money, but he had to be careful to buy some grain to take back with him.
After thinking for a moment, he added, "Give me a portion of each of the mild and nourishing medicinal herbs you mentioned later that are suitable for the elderly."
The young apprentice said, "Okay, please wait a moment, sir, and I'll pack it up for you right away."
The young apprentice quickly packed up the medicinal herbs and brought them out.
Murong Qing was just wondering whether he should also buy a thousand-year-old ginseng when he heard a clear, girlish voice behind him, filled with surprise, saying, "Fourth Prince."
Murong Qing turned around and saw that it was Miss Mu Ya from the Prime Minister's Mansion calling him, accompanied by Mu Qi, Duan Yang, Huangfu Hua and others.
Mu Qi was somewhat surprised to see his younger sister acting like a little girl in front of the Fourth Prince. He didn't show it on his face, but he wanted to ask his sister how she met the Fourth Prince. However, he thought that now was not the right time to talk about it, so he suppressed his doubts.
Mu Qi and the others stepped forward and greeted Murong Yu and his party.
Mu Qi: "Third Prince, Fourth Prince, you have distinguished guests with you, so we will not disturb you any longer."
After saying that, he prepared to go into the store to take a look.
Mu Ya said anxiously from the side, "Brother, the Fourth Prince and his entourage came to our shop to buy things, so we should at least do our best to be hospitable."
Mu Qi frowned upon hearing this and said, "Xiao Ya, don't be silly. This shop is owned by the Bai family."
Upon hearing this, Mu Ya's face flushed red instantly, and she explained softly, "I, I didn't mean that. I meant that Xiao Qing did this..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, until it was almost inaudible.
Upon hearing this, Murong Yu, who had been absent-minded, suddenly spoke up: "You're saying this shop is owned by Mu Qing?"
After speaking, she looked up at Mu Ya, her voice filled with anticipation, whether she was hoping to find out who the shop owner was or hoping to get news of the shop owner.
Muya glanced at Muqi but did not answer directly.
Mu Qi cupped his hands and said, "This... my second brother Xiao Qing went to his maternal grandfather's house before. With the support of his maternal grandfather Bai, he opened Fangcao Pavilion and expanded all the way from Jiangnan to the capital."
At this point, a proud smile appeared on his face.
Mu Ya got excited when she heard this and happily added, "Yes, Xiao Qing has grown up a lot since she went out. She's really good at business."
It's clear that the brother and sister are genuinely happy for Mu Qing.
Murong Yu was satisfied with what he wanted and stood aside, somewhat lost in thought.
He recalled that handsome young man; that fleeting glimpse had etched his image deeply into his mind, an image he could never forget.
Murong Yu rarely showed a smile, and nodded, saying, "Mm."
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