"What else do you need, sir?"
After being forced to accept the silver, the boy asked as he packed Song Qingchao's items.
"Everything."
Song Qingchao took out a nameplate engraved with a nightingale from her spatial storage and handed it to the boy.
"Take this to Xiyun Pavilion tomorrow. Just hand over the herbs to the shopkeeper, and she will pay you."
"But the price?"
"Market price. As long as the quality is good, I'll take it all."
The boy, lowering his head, wiped his eyes. "Are you not lying to me?"
Song Qingchao couldn't help but smile. She reached out and ruffled the boy's hair. "And I'm a long-term buyer. If you have more, just send them here."
The boy clutched the nightingale token tightly, his voice choked with emotion, "Thank you, sir."
Song Qingchao shook her head. "Also, I need wound medicine that stops bleeding, and medicine for colds and frostbite. If you can make them into finished products, I'll buy them at double the price."
"Market price is fine! You don't have to do this."
Song Qingchao was surprised by the boy's response. "If you want to make finished products, Xiyun Pavilion also provides recipes."
After she finished speaking, she got up to leave.
However, the boy suddenly stood up and asked for her name.
"Chaochao," Song Qingchao tilted her head and smiled. "The first ray of sunlight in the morning."
She then left.
There were still many things she wanted to buy.
She hadn't expected such valuable herbs to be found in this small town.
Although they were common medicinal ingredients, the skill in preparing them was clearly different from the mass-produced ones in pharmacies.
At this moment, Song Qingchao did not expect that this inconspicuous boy would become one of the country's top pharmaceutical suppliers in the future, and would provide perfect logistical support during her campaigns.
Her next destination was the tailor shop.
She bought all the cotton clothing in the tailor shop, not even sparing the raw cotton.
After all, she could still sew a quilt herself.
After the tailor shop owner respectfully brought out her purchases, she found a dark alley and stored everything in her spatial storage.
Emerging from the alley as if nothing had happened, she headed to the leather shop.
Her shopping principle was: shop happily, shop rationally, with everything prioritized for keeping warm.
After buying a lot of leather, dry food, and some daily necessities, she went to the pharmacy and bought out all the frostbite cream.
Song, the wealthy lady, Qingchao.
One shopping trip supported an entire street of people.
Her last stop was the blacksmith shop.
Song Qingchao stood and observed for a long time before shaking her head. The craftsmanship here was not as outstanding as the boy's herbs.
She picked up a dagger, looked at it, and then put it down.
She only selected a few decent farming tools.
By the time she walked back, it was already getting dark.
After returning to her room by the original path,
Song Qingchao immediately changed her clothes, putting on the foul-smelling prison uniform.
In fact, no one else wore these.
Only she and Mu Mu did, probably because they were the only ones who had been in prison.
She unlocked the door, opened it, and picked up the tray with clothes and dry food from the floor.
This was what she had asked the servant to buy before she left.
To have the items in her spatial storage officially recognized, she had to spend this money.
Anything that could be solved with money was not a problem.
The real difficulty was whether she could safely get through the night.
After closing the door, she didn't rush to change.
She took out her money pouch and placed it with the other items on the table, then went to bed to sleep.
If she didn't sleep now, she would likely be unable to sleep at night.
As expected, an hour later, a knock sounded at the door.
"Miss, I'm here to add bathwater for you."
Song Qingchao didn't even lift her eyes, merely responding, "Good."
As the attendant entered, he glimpsed the figure on the bed, then added water for her.
After adding the water, seeing that Song Qingchao hadn't looked at him, he added medicinal powder to the incense burner and fanned it with his hand.
"Miss, this is a calming incense. The master said you need to rest this morning as you have to travel tomorrow."
"Mm, good."
After the attendant withdrew, Song Qingchao sat up from the bed.
Her complexion was indifferent, and her lips were devoid of color.
She slowly got out of bed, sat at the table, opened the incense burner, and without a word, tossed it directly into her spatial storage.
Then, she took out her own incense and lit it.
She also took a pill.
"Gao Songmo, I said I wanted your hands, and I will have them."
Song Qingchao watched the rising white smoke, smiling enchantingly.
She shed her clothes layer by layer and put her hands into the water bucket.
The temperature was just right; these people knew how to serve.
Since she was here and had spent the money, she might as well enjoy herself.
After a good soak.
Song Qingchao heard rustling sounds from the door; it was Gao Songmo and the attendant who had brought the water, whispering.
Song Qingchao paid no attention, simply feigning unconsciousness by the bathtub.
The warm steam brought a hint of color to her pale face.
With a creak,
The wooden door was pushed open.
Song Qingchao heard footsteps slowly approaching her.
Gao Songmo slowly emerged from behind the screen, a smug smile on his face.
"Tell me, why did you have to go against Madam Hu?"
He walked to the edge of the bathtub, his eyes boldly scanning Song Qingchao. "You're still wearing clothes while bathing, tsk."
Song Qingchao didn't even move an eyebrow.
She lay there quietly, waiting for Gao Songmo to extend his hand.
As long as he dared.
Gao Songmo's hand, halfway extended, retracted.
Song Qingchao felt a pang of impatience, but it wasn't a major issue.
Gao Songmo walked around her, muttering about his love with Madam Hu, as enduring as mountains and seas.
He also claimed that his coming to touch her was entirely to avenge Madam Hu.
Song Qingchao felt a wave of disgust.
She wanted to ask him, "Are you alright?"
Gao Songmo finally extended his sinful claw.
The moment his hand was about to touch Song Qingchao, it brushed against a fishing line on her cheek.
Subsequently, the fishing line vibrated, pulling on the Zhuge repeating crossbow at the window, which then shot towards Gao Songmo's hands.
Gao Songmo hadn't expected this waiting for him.
He thought he had snagged on Song Qingchao's hair.
The Zhuge repeating crossbow was incredibly fast; in an instant, it pierced Gao Songmo's hand.
The immense force pushed him against the screen behind him.
He yelped in pain, clutching his hand, and fell backward against the screen.
As he hit the ground, the screen knocked out dust hidden in the floorboards.
Gao Songmo coughed, covering his nose, but also writhed in agony from the severe pain in his hand.
Song Qingchao slowly raised her head, looking at Gao Songmo with a sneer.
She gripped Bai Youan's sachet in one hand and, with the other, flung several flying daggers, knocking Gao Songmo unconscious. Then, she flung more daggers, which embedded themselves in the wall.
The entire room was shattered by her actions.
Finally, she pointed the dagger at her own heart.