Master Nalan was silent.
In fact, the spirit herbs would die if he did not do anything to save it.
"We have a 100-year-old ginseng in the Nalan family. Jing'er, do what Qing'er has said."
Nalan Jing slightly nodded and looked at Feng Ruqing in confusion. He returned her wine jar and turned around to walk toward the storeroom.
***
Nalan Zhangqian rushed home at lightning speed. His forehead was covered in sweat and his complexion was pale.
He could see an old and a young person standing in front of Feng Ruqing. His facial expression shifted, his eyes were filled with anxiety.
But, who knew…
Nalan Dai'er was not as afraid of Feng Ruqing as she was before. Her small body leaned toward Feng Ruqing and her face glowed with an innocent smile.
Even Master Nalan was calm and at peace. He was not furious.
