"Your wound is too deep. If you want medicine, you'll need at least three boxes," she extended three fingers, saying to Su Meihua.
"Cut the crap and fetch me the medicine now!"
Su Meihua had been getting impatient, glaring fiercely at Lin Caisang as she spoke.
"Three boxes of medicine, each costing three hundred taels of silver, making a total of nine hundred taels. Pay up front, and I'll give you the medicine," Lin Caisang said, her gaze indifferent as she looked at Su Meihua.
"What?!"
Even Su Meihua was startled by Lin Caisang's outrageous price.
She didn't know how precious that medicine was, but over the years, she had never spent her own silver while shopping in Lotus Commandery.
People were always eager to present her with fine goods; whether she liked them was another matter.
And this wretched woman dared to ask her for silver?
"You filthy woman, do you know who I am? You dare ask me for silver? You want to die, is that it?"
