Five hundred thousand taels of silver?
Wang Chen subconsciously stroked his chin. This deal isn't bad!
Yet Princess Qingyun had clearly misunderstood his expression. Pouting angrily, she added, "If five hundred thousand isn't enough, then eight hundred thousand. That's all I can come up with."
You had to be kidding!
Wang Chen dearly wanted to make a sarcastic remark.
A dignified princess of Great Liang, Emperor Shaowu's most favored younger sister, could only produce eight hundred thousand taels of silver?
But after thinking it over, he nodded. "Then eight hundred thousand taels it is. But I hope it can be converted into aged medicinal herbs, such as ginseng, lingzhi, polygonatum, and the like that are over a hundred years old."
The reason was simple. After Wang Chen had repeatedly swept through the precious medicinal herbs stockpiled by the many pharmacies in Great Ye City, their inventories had dwindled drastically, and prices had risen with the tide.
Some trading houses were even hoarding their goods, unwilling to sell.
The Imperial family of Great Liang possessed treasures from across the realm, and the palace surely had large stores of rare medicinal herbs.
Obtaining a batch through Princess Qingyun would be far better than taking silver and purchasing them himself.
But this request clearly troubled Princess Qingyun.
She turned to look at an attendant guard beside her, her gaze carrying a question. "Uncle Sun?"
The guard shot Wang Chen a cold glance, his eyes brimming with warning.
Then he gave a slight nod.
"Good."
Princess Qingyun clapped her little hands happily. "Then hurry up and help me."
"Wait!"
Uncle Sun suddenly spoke. "Commander Wang, Your Highness Qingyun was born with blocked meridians and cannot cultivate martial arts or Daoism. His Majesty and the Empress Dowager have invited countless renowned physicians, cultivators, and martial