The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

Song Shuyue had never really thought about what it would be called. It took two years to develop, and it could allow a person who was on the verge of death, barely clinging to life, to see the sun rise the next day.

Song Shuyue really couldn't think of a good name.

He countered Lei Xiao'an's question with, "What name do you think would be good?"

Lei Xiao'an: "..." Shouldn't this be a question for him? Miss Song didn't even think about something so important?

Xiao Wu ran over excitedly, "Miss Song, why don't we name it after you, Moon Goddess?"

"Great!" Song Shuyue clapped her hands and cheered.

Lei Xiao'an: "..." My brain is too slow, not as quick as Xiao Wu's reaction, but the name Moon Goddess is really good.

As soon as the Moon Goddess was revealed, it caused a frenzy of people scrambling to pre-order it, with the bidding reaching astronomical prices, attracting countless people to compete for it.

One is extremely rare.

Song Shuyue could not possibly mass-produce this thing; the process would be fraught with difficulties and would require a great deal of time.

In two years, she managed to produce fewer than thirty, which was her first batch.

The balance in the account already exceeded that of the entire Song family.

“Ms. Song, the price is still rising. The international department has taken notice of us. They said they pose no threat to you and asked if they could meet with you.”

"Nobody is here."

Song Shuyue knew what awaited her after being exposed.

“Miss Song, I’ve found all the people you need. They all came from assassin organizations from a young age and are 100% loyal.”

Xiao Wu brought up a group of capable women.

Song Shuyue took off her coat and shrugged. "Whether you can stay or not depends on your abilities. If you stay, I'll make sure you live a life of wealth and comfort. If you can't stay, then leave."

The women understood what she meant and swarmed forward. Within an hour, they were all knocked to the ground, unable to move.

"Xiao Wu, your judgment in choosing people is still a bit lacking."

"Clap clap clap!" A woman in a cheongsam swayed her body as she clapped her hands and slowly walked over.

"Very good, Miss Song, right? Let me introduce myself. My name is Feng Wu, and I'm their leader. I know you're someone important, Miss Song, and you need your own people. If you can do me a favor, I'll serve you like a slave from now on, even at the cost of my life. How about that?"

Song Shuyue glanced at the woman in front of her; she was a person of deep affection and loyalty.

Song Shuyue sat on the stone chair, looking up at her.

"Fengwu, your help is not easy. If you want to get your things back from Lin Ju, you'll offend him to death once you do. Don't you think so?"

Fengwu never expected that she would find out about this matter, which she had kept hidden so well.

She stopped hiding her intentions and said directly, "You're right, I'm going to make a move under Lin Ju's control. Miss Song, my Fengwu's influence is not small, with a global reach. To be honest, some of the things Lin Ju has are inheritances left to me by my father, and I'm determined to take them back. However, I can't compete with them in the end, so I'm looking for a master. Miss Song, I've investigated you. You are the developer behind the Moon Goddess. The fact that I was able to find out this much proves that I, Fengwu, have the ability to catch your eye, doesn't it?"

Song Shuyue knew she wasn't lying. Although Fengwu's power was considerable, it was nothing compared to the likes of Lin Ju and other big shots.

If she wanted to help them, it would only take a few words.

If she can gain this power and develop further, it will save her a lot of trouble.

"Fengwu, how can I believe that your people are loyal to me?"

Feng Wu said seriously, "Miss Song, you should know medicine. This is a poison developed by our organization. Only I have the antidote. As long as you help me, I am willing to take the poison."

Song Shuyue picked up a poison pill and knew the formula just by smelling it.

Put it back, and said with great care, "Fengwu, it's easy to develop an antidote for this."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a young girl rushed out aggressively and stood in front of Song Shuyue. "You say my poison is easy to develop an antidote for? Do you even know anything about poisons? Do you know who I am? I'm twenty-eight years old, and I started making poisons when I was eight."

Song Shuyue looked at the short-haired girl in front of her, somewhat taken aback.

Fate is truly a wonderful thing.

In her past life, she was the daughter of the Poisonous Hand. During a military campaign, she was accidentally poisoned and that's how she met her.

This little girl followed her around like a puppy for several years.

She often talked about her sister, praising her in every way. She left because of something that happened to her sister.

Little did I know that this parting would be the last time I saw him.

She was captured, but unwilling to aid the wicked, she committed suicide. By the time her warhorse reached the tomb, her remains were already rotting.

Phoenix Spirit!

"Feng Ling, apologize! Don't talk to Miss Song like that."

"Sis! She's looking down on me, humph."

She said she was 28 years old, but petite, almost like a young girl, about 1.55 meters tall, with short hair and round eyes.

"I'm sorry, this is my sister, she's just being immature."

Song Shuyue: "It's alright. If I can tell you the formula for your poison, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Ling interrupted loudly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If you can say it all without missing a single word, from now on, I will be your little brother."

"Okay! Then come closer and listen to me."

Feng Ling snorted coldly, leaned closer to listen, and gradually went from disdain to shock, staring in disbelief.

After Song Shuyue finished speaking, she pushed her body away, and with a thud, Feng Ling knelt down, hugged her head, and cried bitterly to the sky.

"You! You! You knew everything!"

Feng Ling never imagined that there were people in the world more skilled at making poison than she was.

"I keep my word. If I lose, I'm your underling."

Song Shuyue pulled the person up, "If I can help your sister get her things back, you can be my assistant from now on and do things for me, how about it?"

Feng Ling nodded, "I'm willing."

People are competitive. She admires her because she is capable, and she wants to learn from her so that she can become capable herself.

Why not do it.

"Okay, Fengwu, I'll bring you what you want tomorrow night."

Feng Wu was somewhat shocked, "Tomorrow night?"

Xiao Wu stepped forward and said, "Miss Song means what she says. If it's tomorrow night, then it's tomorrow night."

Feng Wu nodded. "Miss Song, I understand."

Xiao Wu excitedly said, "Miss Song, I'll go get the car ready. Shall we go find Lin Ju tonight?"

Song Shuyue turned around and stretched. "I'm sleepy. Let's go tomorrow. Everyone go back and rest."

Xiao Wu was somewhat taken aback by this relaxed feeling; Miss Song really wasn't in a hurry at all.