C29 Your Highness Please Have Some Tea!

The clinking sound was unmistakable, and Ruan Qingge's eyes gleamed with greed as she grabbed it, nearly losing herself in the sight.

"So much!"

She pulled out a hefty silver ingot, about a pound, and bit it lightly, smiling as the tooth mark formed a perfect crescent.

"Yeah," Liu Yunhui replied calmly.

He counted carefully, estimating at least ten pounds—enough to buy plenty of herbs