"No need, we'll talk about it when we return to the village. At this moment, if I lay eyes on gold and silver, I'm afraid the image of wealth will never fade from my sight," Tong Sanlang declined.
Upon hearing his words, Yang Wenxiao immediately burst into laughter, "Alright, I'll make a note of it here for you, and I'll give it to you and Xiaomai when you both return to the village."
"Thank you, Your Imperial Highness," Tong Sanlang hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
"Done, now you may leave the Palace," Yang Wenxiao waved his hand and his gaze returned to the Hell's Flower.
This thing could be used as medicine; in small amounts, it could save lives, but in larger doses, it could kill.
Such a marvelous substance, he had to find someone to study it further.
Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang saw that his attention had shifted, so they both bowed and took their leave.
