After about a few minutes, Yun Feng cupped his hands towards Su Xingyan, saying, "I take my leave."
With that, he turned and walked out, without the slightest attempt to curry favor with Su Xingyan.
Su Xingyan imdiately called out, "Hold on!"
Yun Feng, engrossed in his act, paused for a mont before turning his head, "What orders do you have, Prince?"
Su Xingyan gritted his teeth, "I must ask for the redy, sir."
Yun Feng looked at him and said, "I must ask for the Prince’s forgiveness, this redy is the only one, and if the Prince wants it, he must first pay for it."
Su Xingyan frowned, "What? Only one pill?"
He originally wanted to find a servant to test the dicine, but how could there be only one pill?
Yun Feng nodded, "The Prince should know, this poison is extrely rare. To be precise, in our Nanyao Country, such poison should not appear. This poison cos from the area near Beihan Palace in the far north; unless one is a Spirit Cultivator, how could an ordinary person reach the realm of Beihan Palace? It is already not easy for to know about this poison and just happen to get an antidote from the original owner, let alone have more than a few? If the Prince is really distrustful of , you can ride swiftly to the Yun Family to seek the dicine, perhaps fortune might favor the Prince that he may barely endure until then."
Yun Feng spoke lightly, but Su Xingyan’s face couldn’t turn any darker.
Who doesn’t know the Yun Family are outsiders, rarely dealing with worldly affairs, if they don’t want to intervene, even the Emperor can’t force them! Moreover, who even knows where the Yun Family is? They are just like people from the Spirit Cultivation Realm, absolutely inaccessible to ordinary folks like them! If he were really poisoned, even if he went to great lengths to find the Yun Family, whether he could beg for the antidote is one thing, surviving until that ti is another!
So now he has no choice, either he doesn’t believe he is poisoned, or he obediently pays for the dicine!
Everyone says he caught a cold, but only he knows that he hasn’t caught a cold; he was frad by Han Jing! Also, throughout the entire Capital City, only his aunt Su Yaogeng and Imperial Uncle Su Yu have reached the level of Spirit Cultivators; the poison couldn’t be from Su Yu, so it must be from Su Yaogeng! There’s nothing for Su Xingyan to be puzzled about now! He is definitely poisoned!
Su Xingyan was nearly grinding his molars into pieces; he wished he could bite Han Jing to death at that mont!
"Na your price, sir!" Better believe it exists than not! In a few days, it’s the autumn hunt, he still needs to find the chance to settle the score with Han Jing, by no ans should he collapse now!
He doesn’t want to ask Han Jing for the antidote, but how could he dare to confront such a venomous woman again; having the gall to poison him so ruthlessly, how could she possibly hand over the antidote so easily? Forget it, anyway, he’s not lacking that bit of money.
"Three thousand taels... of gold." Yun Feng had initially wanted to say three thousand taels, but as soon as he said it, he felt it was too cheap, an antidote for saving a life, how could it be sold for only three thousand taels, especially since it was the life of none other than Prince Ling. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have suffered a great loss today. And don’t underestimate this exquisite laxative; it’s guaranteed to have him going for three days and nights without fail, and Yun Feng dares to assure that not a single doctor in all of Hanjing City has the skill to prescribe a redy to stop it.
Yun Feng imdiately wore a look of calmness.
Su Xingyan, however, widened his eyes, his voice rising by two pitches, "What? Three thousand taels of gold? Is the gentleman jesting?"
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