Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

"Spit it out...spit it out already?"

Zang Ming's lips twitched violently.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen anyone dare to speak to the envoy of the White Prince's Mansion like that.

Even the prime minister of the current dynasty would have to address him respectfully as "Commander-in-Chief," right?

But he could only swallow his resentment.

After all, the two "security guards" at the door were watching them intently, and this Mr. Su in front of them was even more unfathomable.

For the sake of the prince's important matter, he endured it!

"Ahem, Mr. Su, you speak your mind so frankly, I admire you."

Cang Ming forced a smile, waved his hand, and the guards behind him immediately brought up several mahogany boxes.

"This is a small token of my master's appreciation; please accept it, sir."

The box was opened.

The precious light instantly illuminated the entire tavern!

"My God! That's... a thousand-year-old ginseng?!"

"That pearl must be the luminous pearl from the East Sea, right? I heard it's as big as a fist and priceless!"

"And that gold medal...it's an imperial pardon?! The White King is really going all out!"

The surrounding diners gasped in astonishment, their eyes filled with greed and envy. Any single item from these foods would be enough for an ordinary person to eat for several lifetimes!

however.

Su Changqing merely glanced at it indifferently, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a pile of cabbages.

"Hmm, the condition is alright."

Su Changqing casually picked up the thousand-year-old ginseng and squeezed it as if he were picking out a radish at a market. "It's a little dry, but it's perfect for making soup. Xiao Se, put it away and store it in the warehouse."

"Okay."

Xiao Se appeared out of nowhere, deftly closing the box and then directing several waiters to move it to the backyard. His practiced manner made him seem like a professional butler.

Zang Ming's eyes twitched as he watched.

This is a thousand-year-old ginseng! You're using it to make soup? What a waste!

However, he dared not say more, and could only respectfully bow: "Since you have accepted the gift, sir, please come with me back to Tianqi City to treat my prince's eye ailment!"

"An eye condition?"

Su Changqing fed Xiao Nuomi a spoonful of steamed egg custard, and without looking up, said, "You mean Xiao Chong's eyes, which have been blind for over ten years?"

"Exactly!"

Zang Ming said excitedly, "My lord has consulted many famous doctors, but they all say that his soul is damaged and his sight cannot be restored. But I have heard that you, sir, possess extraordinary abilities and must have a solution!"

"There are solutions, of course."

Su Changqing wiped his hands, his tone as relaxed as if he were saying it was going to rain today, "It's just a minor injury to the soul, nothing serious."

"A minor...minor problem?"

Zang Ming was stunned.

That's a terminal illness that has plagued Bai Wang for over a decade and left countless renowned doctors helpless! And you call it a minor ailment?

"What? You don't believe it?"

Su Changqing sensed his suspicion but didn't bother to explain. He casually reached into his pocket (actually, he exchanged it from the system space) and pulled out a dark, round ball that looked like a mud ball he had just casually rubbed together.

"Give."

Su Changqing casually tossed the mud ball, which traced an arc in the air and landed precisely in Cang Ming's hand.

"This is……"

Cang Ming looked at the extremely shabby-looking pill in his hand and hesitated, "What kind of miraculous elixir is this?"

"Eye-brightening pills".

Su Changqing said calmly, "Take it back and give it to your prince. It will allow him to see for a month or two. If he's lucky, he might even be able to see it more clearly."

"That's... all you need?"

Zang Ming stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "No need to take my pulse? No need for acupuncture? Just this one mud pill?"

Although he wasn't a doctor, he knew that diagnosis involved observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Su Changqing hadn't even seen him before giving him a random pill; it looked like he was a charlatan!

"Don't believe me? Give it back."

Su Changqing pretended to take it back, "I'm feeling a bit feverish, so it'll be good to use it to make tea."

"No, no, no! I believe you!"

Zang Ming quickly clutched the pills tightly, afraid that Su Changqing would really take them back. Although he wasn't sure himself, what else could he do but believe him?

Moreover, the demeanor and methods Su Changqing displayed just now were truly extraordinary. What if it really was a miraculous medicine?

"Then... won't you come back to Tianqi with me, sir?" Cang Ming asked cautiously. "If the prince finds the medicine effective and wishes to cure him completely..."

"A complete cure?"

Su Changqing stretched and picked up the well-fed and watered Xiao Nuomi again. "If you want to cure him completely, let him come and line up himself. I don't offer home service."

"What?!"

Cang Ming exclaimed in surprise, "Making the Prince... stand in line?!"

That's the mighty King Bai! The future emperor! You want him to queue up like an ordinary citizen in front of this little tavern?

This is utter contempt for imperial power!

"What? You don't want to?"

Su Changqing raised an eyebrow. "If you don't want to, then forget it. It's not like I'm the one who's going blind. If you want treatment, you have to follow my rules, and even the Emperor himself is no exception."

"and……"

Su Changqing glanced at the long queue outside. "My business is so good, how could I possibly have time to travel far? What if it delays my earning money to buy flowers for my daughter? Can you afford to compensate me?"

Cangming: "..."

He was completely speechless.

This reason is so compelling that it is impossible to refute.

He looked deeply at Su Changqing, then at the dark pill in his hand, and finally gritted his teeth and bowed deeply to Su Changqing.

"I will certainly convey your words, sir!"

"Thank you so much for the medicine, sir!"

After saying this, he led his guards and slunk away from Changqing Tower. The arrogance he had displayed upon arrival had completely vanished.

As they watched Cang Ming's departing figure, the diners in the tavern erupted in noise once again.

"Wow! That's amazing!"

"They won't even give the White King face? They want him to come and queue up in person?"

"Just who is this Mr. Su? His aura is even more divine than a sword immortal's!"

"I've made up my mind! I'm going to queue up here too! Maybe Mr. Su will take a liking to me and give me a miracle drug too?"