The young crown prince consort gazed expressionless, her voice devoid of emotion, "I am quite reasonable."
Eunuch Chen, who had accompanied them through the main doors of the Butterfly Pavilion, couldn't help but twitch his mouth at this statement.
"I'm not here to negotiate a smooth handover," declared the young crown prince consort icily, "I am commanding you all to execute a swift handover today!"
"Is that understood?"
The elderly shopkeeper of Butterfly Pavilion was now a mixture of anger and bewilderment, teetering on the edge of confusion.
In his role as the shopkeeper of Butterfly Pavilion, his monthly stipend alone amounted to a staggering 80 thousand spirit currency.
/Where on earth did he manage to secure such a hefty monthly stipend from?/
/How could he bear the thought of losing it in a matter of mere months?/
The aged shopkeeper's eyes pleaded with Auntie Qing for assistance.
