"Young Prince wishes to purchase ten Dark Spirit Flower Fruits from you.
"If it's convenient, hand them over to me now so I can report back."
Wang Dong looked at the middle-aged woman before him. She had clasped her hands in greeting and adopted a deferential posture, but there was not the slightest hint of courtesy in her words.
He couldn't help frowning.
The "Young Prince" the woman mentioned was Princess Qingluo's full brother.
Although he wasn't competing for the throne,
his status in Princess Qingluo's family was by no means low.
He was the rightful heir to the title of Prince.
The middle-aged woman, who introduced herself as Zhou Ying, had claimed to be the steward of Princess Qingluo's full brother when she arrived.
That was why Wang Dong had treated her courteously.
He hadn't expected
that Zhou Ying, who still had an air of elegance about her, would be so impolite from the moment she opened her mouth.
First, she didn't mention a price. Second, she didn't ask whether Wang Dong had any left. Third, she even demanded that he hand them over on the spot.
Even Wang Dong, who was "exceptionally mild-mannered," found it hard to accept.
After a moment's thought, Wang Dong didn't lose his temper. Instead, he said gently, "I obtained those ten Dark Spirit Flower Fruits by chance.
"They're all I have.
"If the Young Prince wants them, perhaps he could speak with Princess Qingluo and see whether she might be willing to part with some."
This was a tactful refusal.
Wang Dong wasn't "Long Aotian."
As long as they could communicate normally,
he wasn't about to fall out with someone over a few unpleasant words.
He could at least show respect for Princess Qingluo's sake.
After all, the Young Prince was her brother.