"The Young Mistress has misunderstood."
Looking at the faint displeasure in Yao Wan's expression, Shang Jun smiled slightly.
"The Pill God Clan and the Ancient Myriad Grassland both have their own sales businesses. Because of that, the share the Shang Continent can obtain from them has always been limited. But the three of you also understand that merchants always hope their business can grow bigger and bigger."
"Even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice. The pills the two clans allocate are only so many. I would rather split one pill in half to sell it. If I can have a supply chain I can trust, I naturally can rest easy as well."
"What kind of business you want to do is none of my concern."
Yao Wan shook her head, then said, "However—"
"Mm... Shang Jun naturally understands what the Young Mistress means. This matter is all benefit and no harm to both you and me. I know you are no fish in a pond. I would not call it fanning the flames; it is merely my meager effort."
"Then there's no need for you to worry about it. You're already someone buried in endless affairs every day. There's no need to waste too much effort on us."
Yao Wan still did not give him a pleasant look in the end. Xiao Yan silently tugged lightly at her sleeve.
"That is true enough. Then I shall quietly await good news from the three of you at the Pill God Ceremony."
Shang Jun was rather understanding of Yao Wan's reaction. Among those who traveled outside, few truly had no schemes at all, and an act like his, done without warning beforehand, was itself rather murky. It was no surprise she would get upset.
"Still, thank you for making the arrangements,