Tangyuan glanced at soone, her gaze drifting toward them as she pouted.
"Forget it, I really wouldn’t dare to take credit in front of the Prince, but of course, if the Prince truly wishes to thank soone, why not reward with so silver?"
"How much do you think my life is worth in silver?"
Tangyuan was stumped by this question, as she truly hadn’t calculated it before, but since Rong Heng had asked, she had to make an estimate for him.
It turned out that her careful calculating expression annoyed soone: "What, is this question too hard for you?"
"That’s not it. Although I also think you are priceless, my dear Prince, if you do insist on putting a price on you, I don’t think you would actually deliver it, would you?"
Rong Heng was speechless, he strode up to Tangyuan, staring at her round face and round figure, suddenly a hint of a smile spilled from his eyes.
"Talking about money is quite hurtful to feelings, how about I just bet myself to you instead?"
For a mont, Tangyuan didn’t understand and thought Rong Heng was putting himself directly as a bet for her to appraise, shaking her head vigorously like a rattle drum.
"Forget that, it’s too valuable. I can’t afford it. Actually, a token of ten thousand eight thousand taels will do, no need to be too polite!"
With a ’Pfft’, Ming Yue couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud, noticing Rong Heng’s sharp gaze, she quickly turned her back, even Elder Yin’s eyes bore a hint of amusent.
However, jokes aside, Tangyuan still solemnly perford the apprentice ritual to Elder Yin, using a wine recipe found in the space. Elder Yin loved wine, and she catered to his likes, indeed gaining great praise from her master. When asked whether she wanted to learn dicine or poisons, she hesitated because she wanted to learn both.
Elder Yin could see her thoughts, "Since ancient tis, dicine and poison have been inseparable. If you truly want to learn, it won’t be possible within three to five years."
"Then I will follow you in the future, wherever master goes, I can follow from next year."
Tangyuan’s impatience imdiately caused Rong Heng to frown, since he had never felt ti could pass so quickly, in the blink of an eye, she had already been by his side for two years already. One more year, was it just that one last year between him and her?
But if he didn’t let her beco an apprentice, given the vastness of heaven and earth, could he stop it?
Now that she had beco an apprentice, at least when he wanted to find her, he could know where she was!
When Rong Heng realized he had beco accustod to her being by his side, accustod to the taste of her cooking, the standard of her tea-making, his gaze toward her also beca increasingly profound.
Having beco an apprentice and taken on learning tasks, Tangyuan consequently spent less attention on Rong Heng, sotis even needing him to ask before she would make so kind of food for him. This feeling made him very uncomfortable, feeling as if soone else was taking his person away, and with it, looking at Elder Yin beca increasingly disagreeable, occasionally even losing his temper.
Elder Yin was soone of high standing, who hadn’t been young once? He imdiately perceived the unusualness.
"What? You fancy her? Can’t bear to let her go?"
"Fancy?"
Rong Heng was startled by this word, instinctively wanting to argue when Elder Yin, stroking his beard, just laughed.
"I rember you used to despise bitter gourd. What now? The bitter gourd pork rib soup she makes, you drink it rather enjoyably! A lot of the foods you didn’t like in your mory, here with her, you basically eat whatever she makes. Rong Heng, have you realized that the word ’habituation’ is actually the most terrifying? Back in the day, my wife and I found a lifeti of companionship through daily interaction. Right now you might not feel it, but the more you get used to soone, the more impactful the direct effects of habituation beco after you separate!"
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