As she spoke, Qian Jiujiu felt a little guilty. After all, she was the one who did not keep her word. She glanced at Mu Yexiao.
Noticing that Mu Yexiao's expression didn't change much, he felt relieved and continued to explain.
"Actually, this is really not my fault. There is one detoxification item that is not for sale. I have asked the blacksmith shop to start making it."
"But the blacksmith shop also needs three days, so I can only blame you for waiting for three days. At worst, I can compensate you."
"I can make you medicinal food for the next three days. What do you think?"
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu's shining eyes and nodded involuntarily: "Okay."
Qian Jiujiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she never liked to suffer losses, so she looked at Mu Yexiao.
"I have something else to say. You have to prepare the ingredients for the medicinal meal yourself. You know I don't have any money."
"Oh, by the way, did you ask someone to verify the antidote pills? Is it true? Then I don't owe you money."
Mu Yexiao narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean, a few detoxification pills can be worth five hundred taels of silver?"
Qian Jiujiu nodded as if it was a matter of course.
"Of course. I gave you thirty low-level detoxification pills. Even if each pill is ten taels, that's three hundred taels. Not to mention, there are also twenty high-level detoxification pills."
"Come to think of it, you still owe me money! Don't push your luck."
Speaking of money, Qian Jiujiu suddenly blinked and looked at Mu Yexiao, which made Mu Yexiao feel a little scared.
"What do you want to do now?"
Qian Jiujiu coughed twice and sat in front of Mu Yexiao again: "Well, I just want to ask, since you are a prince, can I do business with you?"
Isn't it said that in ancient times, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans were the lowest class? Merchants were the lowest class, and she was relying on Mu Yexiao to survive, so some things had to be discussed.
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu with a half-smile: "Shouldn't you think about returning home tomorrow? You actually have other thoughts in mind."
Qian Jiujiu was stunned for a moment. That's right, tomorrow is the third day of returning home. She seemed to have completely forgotten about this matter and pulled her hair.
"What if I don't want to go back?"
As soon as I said this, I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my heart, and a figure suddenly appeared in my mind.
That was her aunt. She wanted to go back to see her aunt. How could she not go back!
"My Lord, I want to go back. I have to go back and see if they bully my aunt."
When it comes to going back, Qian Jiujiu looks unhappy. The people in the Qian family are too stingy.
And her aunt is still alive. When Qian Jiujiu thought of her aunt, she felt a little worried. The original owner was a filial person, and so was she.
No matter what, those are the people who gave birth to her, and she should go back to see them.
Mu Yexiao looked at Qian Jiujiu who was completely immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't help but cough twice.
"Jiujiu, have you made up your mind? You can go back or not."
Qian Jiujiu raised his head and said, "I have made up my mind. I want to go back, and I will also ask the prince to help me perform the play."
Put on a show? Mu Yexiao glanced at Qian Jiujiu. It seemed that Qian Jiujiu's hatred for the Qian family was extremely deep.
Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised, but he didn't know whether Qian Jiujiu was a wolf or a sheep.
"Okay! What do you want?"
Qian Jiujiu blinked his eyes: "Your Majesty, you are such a good person. Thank you, don't worry, I won't get you into trouble."