The news of Yan Wanqing coughing up blood spread quickly again, and families throughout the Capital City sent their condolences, especially the residence of the Seventh Prince, where millennium-old ginseng was sent to the Township Manor as if it were free of cost.
Soon the storeroom was packed full, and unable to fit more, the Sun family sent the excess to Yan Wanqing's courtyard.
Cong Huan looked at the mountain of tonics piled up in the courtyard, her eyes filled with envy.
"The Seventh Prince really cares about our young lady, this Blood Ginseng I heard is unique in the entire Capital City, and now it's here with our young lady."
Her voice was loud, deliberately so, carrying directly into the ears of the people inside the house, as if worried they wouldn't hear.
