Wu Muzhen trusted herself immensely.
After all, her many years navigating the world weren't for nothing.
Even if Bayezhen was precious, it was still just a herb.
She was confident she could definitely find it.
It was just a matter of time.
So there was no need to worry.
Upon hearing this, Fang Hongyu looked at Wu Muzhen, "Aunt Wu, I'll leave this matter in your hands then."
Wu Muzhen smiled, "Hongyu, do we even need to say this between us?"
Fang Hongyu also smiled.
Over the years, without Wu Muzhen, she didn't know how she could have carried on.
As she finished speaking, Wu Muzhen continued to ask, "How has your uncle been these past couple of days?"
"The same as always."
Coughing day in and day out, Fang Hongyu worried that without Wu Muzhen, Tang Shaowei might cough himself to death.
Fang Hongyu was in a very conflicting state of mind now.
She wished Tang Shaowei and Fang Youling would drop dead right away.
Better yet, to die without a complete corpse.
