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That afternoon, Ink Yan woke up.

However, this time, when she woke up, she found that her house had changed.

Ling Ling put on her dusty outer garment and covered her mouth with a piece of gauze, moving around like a dusty ghost.

The room was very quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the footsteps of Xiang Ling, the breathing of Wen Yan herself, and the gurgling of the water. The soup bubbled in the pot, pushing against the porcelain lid in a rhythmic rhythm as it breathed out the fragrance of the herbs.

Ink Yan took a deep breath.

Liquorice, orange peel, fennel... Mm, looks like this was used to rejuvenate the blood and remove blood stasis. At least Imperial Physician Huang was considerate. Then what's left?

She sniffed twice, but was puzzled to find that she could no longer smell anything else.

What was going on?

Ink Yan propped herself up, preparing to go out and find out the answers herself.

Coincidentally, at this time, Ling Ling came in again. Her gaze swept across Mo Yan and her face immediately revealed surprise. "Mistress, you're awake!" He quickly ran over and asked about the situation.

"How is it?"

"Do you have a headache now? "How's the wound? Do you still not feel anything?"

Only then did Ink Yan realize that she had woken up. Her head was no longer aching, and her eyes were no longer dizzy. She put her hand on her shoulder again. Discover a dry surface. It was likely that Imperial Physician Huang had specially treated him before he left. She smiled and patted Ling's shoulder.

"Don't worry. I feel fine now. "

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned to the outside of the pot that was emitting steam. He asked, "What are you doing?"

"Of course it's to make medicine for Master."

Ling Ling took out the prescription that Imperial Physician Huang wrote before she left, placed it in front of Ink Yan, and used her finger to recite it. When Ink Yan heard this, she found that the ingredients that Ling Ling recited were no different from what she had smelt before. After that, she told Ling Ling to remove the medicinal soup from the stove, and the two of them picked up the dregs — they matched it again!

This result was something that Ink Yan could not believe!

How could a dignified imperial physician so casually prescribe such a prescription? And for a patient who was likely to be paralyzed?

At this moment, a male voice suddenly came from underneath the Flying Flower Pavilion.

"The steward of the Southern Prince's Residence, Hou, has come with the order of deliver a letter to His Excellency."

At that time, although she didn't understand what had happened, she had a faint feeling that this matter had something to do with Imperial Physician Huang.

Following that, the butler of the Southern Prince's Mansion actually walked in and gave a letter that had been painted on. While she was opening the letter, she threw out a red ink pad from her sleeve and proudly repeated the message.

"My family's Wang Yan has already explained it." Said it was your advice to him before, and he's allowing it now. Only in the face of benefits, even brothers had to settle the score. Thus, my family's Wang Yu prepared some terms for me to send over to you for a look. If you have no objection, then sign the contract! "

Was it a red rain in the sky today!?

It hadn't even been a day, at most a night. The crafty Murong Nan actually agreed to let him buy shares? Or as a slave?

Ink Yan felt that it was definitely not that simple. When he heard that Butler Hou had any other terms, he hurriedly opened them.

However, upon seeing it, she was stunned!

He saw that on the paper, there was a long and detailed list of terms. Ink Yan tried to read it.

"..." From today onwards, the benefits of cooperation will be divided according to the rules of 1900. "The one with the shares will get the first share, while the Prince of the South gets the ninth …"

"In the course of business, if there is any act of hospitality, anyone who enjoys delicious food, drinks, songs or dances will be paid by 49 …"

"If the last 49 taels are not enough, then we will pay 10 taels of silver a month …"

"..."

WC!

"What does the Southern Prince mean by this?"

Seeing this, Mo Yan slapped the table and glared at Butler Hou. Her gaze was close to spitting fire.

"Since we're going into business, it would be a waste for both of us. How can I bear all of it alone?"

Housekeeper Hou, who had already expected that Mo Yan would protest, chuckled, revealing an expression of 'as expected of a young person who isn't sensible'. Let me teach him a lesson instead.

"Haha, 49. This old servant doesn't like hearing you talk like this. "

"You know, you're doing business with the royal family right now. It is a great honor for Wang Ye to allow you to join his group. Even if you die now, your family will shine for a long time. Furthermore, wasn't this just a bit of profit? Wang Ye didn't completely let you not earn a single cent! What's with your big reaction? "

Ink Yan also chuckled, holding the paper full of unequal treaties and questioning.

"When you're working together to make a profit, you get a score of nine. The Prince of the South was now one of the wealthiest princes in the world. Several hundred billion worth of gold. Even the steward of a high quality shop had at least a thousand names. "Is there a person whose monthly allowance is less than 10 taels of silver?"

"Of course not!"

Housekeeper Hou's nostrils flared higher and higher. Compared to when he delivered the letter, his tone was arrogant to the extreme.

"But they are good people, good people. You are not, so to be able to earn a basic income of ten taels of silver is the prince's love for you. "49, you should be satisfied!"

Pow!

"Pa!"

"Shameless!"

"That eye of yours saw that I'm a servant?!"

At that time, Butler Hou was immediately stunned by the slap from Ink Yan. His lips had been cut, and he was no longer able to speak properly.

"Why not? I heard that she clearly …

Mo Yan slapped him again!

Pow!

It almost made Butler Hou roll his eyes on the ground!

"What does he say he believes? I say you deserve to die today, why don't you? "

Butler Hou was so angry that his entire body began to tremble! 49. This guy actually tried to force the truth? He covered his mouth and cursed vaguely, "You are courting death!"

"I'll go back right now and call for the guards to break your legs!"

However, before, Ink Yan had even fearlessly killed the captain of the southern barbarian dog squad. How could she be afraid of a mere butler of a mere messenger?

Hearing that the butler wanted to find Murong Nan for a snitch, she didn't stop him and allowed him to rush out dizzily. Just because she didn't stop him didn't mean that she really didn't do anything.

Just as the butler was about to step out of the room, he heard a clear whistle behind him.

Beep —!

The poor housekeeper didn't even have time to think about why this was happening. Suddenly, his old eyes widened. He looked at the two half-human tall wolves that were running up the stairs with trepidation. He stood on both sides of the corridor, looking at Butler Hou as if he was having a snack today.

"49!" What are you doing? "

"I am from the Southern Prince's Residence!" You will not have a good ending if you offend me! "

At first, Butler Hou was slapped twice by Mo Yan in the room, but when he went out, he was scared by the wolves. He was shocked and angry at the same time. Instinctively, he could only constantly emphasize Murong Nan, hoping that Ink Yan would be a little afraid of him for the sake of the prince.

However, Butler Hou had never thought of this. At this moment, Ink Yan stood up and walked towards him step by step. His face was half hidden by the shadows, and his pupils were bright, like a wolf staring at its prey.

That was how she looked at Butler Hou. The corners of her lips curled up as she spoke word by word.

"If you have the ability, then run!"

"You ran up to the Southern Prince, hugged his thigh and said that I was going to let the wolves bite you! "Then, look. When that happens, will that old thing, Murong Nan, believe you with a broken leg, or me, who you've blackened?"