1436 Bitterly Crushed

"Crown Prince Consort, me, me, I will purchase a prolongation pill for 170 thousand mystic currency!"

"Me, me, I will also pay 170 thousand mystic currency! To buy one, I will just buy one. Crown Prince Consort, I beseech you, sell a prolongation pill to me."

"Crown Prince Consort, I will pay one million mystic currency, so could you sell me six prolongation pills for a bit cheaper!"

"Scram, you actually want six."

The shouts of people's bids and quarrels immediately arose within the main hall, throwing everyone into disorder.

Yet the little stoic swiftly gathered up the one hundred bottles of prolongation pills before silently looking up at everyone.

That gaze was so disdainful that it made everyone terribly revolted…

Duan Yue started cracking up and beamed while waving his raven bone fan. "Does Qiaoqiao lack your bit of mystic currency."

Everyone thought it over. That was indeed the case. Wasn't the royal court the one who produced mystic currency. Couldn't the young crown prince consort get as much as she wanted with just a stretch of her hand?

Thereupon, everyone started clamoring again. "Then Crown Prince Consort, how about this, allow me to use black-rank medicinal materials to trade for a prolongation pill, how about it."

The little stoic turned to look at Family Head Qin, who had spoken. She nodded reluctantly and inquired, "What black-rank medicinal materials will you be using to trade with me?"

"Fifty stalks of the generational-chain herb!" This price was high enough, right. This was using fifty stalks of a black-rank herb to trade for one high-rank pill. No matter how you looked at it, the little stoic crown prince consort was profiting.

Yet who would've expected that the young crown prince consort would shake her head. "I already have this kind of black-rank herb."

What? Family Head Qin widened his eyes and reflexively turned to look next to him, at Eldest Young Sir Qin.

You unfilial son!

You were being completely willful and reckless by not having the clan's best interests at heart! If the clan head were to know, he would certainly punish the eldest young sir ruthlessly…

Oh, that wasn't right. The second young sir had also sent presents!

These two young sirs should both be punished severely.

Family Head Qin gritted his teeth before inquiring, "Windy Throat Flower?"

The little stoic shook her head again.

After she shook her head several dozen times in a row, Qin Guilu was so livid that he wished for nothing more than to give Eldest Qin a vicious thrashing!

The little stoic's eyes finally lit up when he recited the name of a black-rank herb called earth date leaf. She thus gave a nod, promising Family Head Qin that he could trade fifty earth date leaves for one prolongation pill.

Even though Family Head Qin felt terrible heartache from the price he had to pay, it was not considered a loss to trade for a high-rank high-grade prolongation pill.

The remaining people wanted to swarm over like a hornet's nest to trade with the young crown prince consort for a prolongation pill.

Yet after the crown prince stopped them with one look, they retreated abashedly.

Crown Prince Mo led his wifey back to their seat and then looked at everyone. "Those who wish to use valuable medicinal materials, dharma treasures, and forging materials to trade for a prolongation pill can sign up on their own after the feast. Should the crown prince consort be interested, she will send someone to notify you to conduct the trade."

Only then did everyone excitedly return back to their seats in high spirits. They were each making calculations in their minds, trying to figure out what kind of precious items to trade for one of the crown prince consort's prolongation pills.

Meanwhile, Commandery Princess Yi'an, who was standing smack dab in the middle of the main hall, had been in a daze for a long time.

This lasted until the queen dowager was unable to tolerate it anymore and coughed lightly, instructing, "Yi'an, if you have no more questions, you should go sit down."

Yi'an instantly felt her cheeks burn, and she hastily lowered her head as she swiftly walked back to her seat with two strides in place of three.

Afterwards, for the duration of the feast, Commandery Princess Yi'an lowered her head and drank wine silently without speaking up again.

She truly did not have the face to say anything else.