Ye Qianxin wiped her hands and asked casually,
"Xiao Feng, why were you specifically looking for books that recorded immortal herbs?"
Two thousand Gold Soul Coins for a single book was no small sum. No ordinary person would pay such a high price for an ancient text. This youth looked quite young, yet he spent so freely. Could he be here for Lingling?
Lin Feng spread his hands helplessly and said with a smile,
"My teacher just loves researching strange martial souls and exotic flowers and plants. Since she likes them, as her disciple, I have to run myself ragged to find them for her."
"So that's how it is. You really are a filial child."
Hearing that he was searching for them for his teacher, most of Ye Qianxin's remaining doubts vanished. She smiled and waved her hand.
"Alright, alright. It's getting late. The study is on the second floor. Go on up."
Watching the two of them head upstairs, Ye Qianxin still could not help frowning as a trace of doubt rose in her heart.
"Why would someone suddenly be looking for records related to immortal herbs? And just who is this child's teacher?"
But on second thought, as long as he had no designs on Lingling, she could let him be.
There were plenty of strange hobbies in this world. Poison Douluo was obsessed with researching poisons, while Chrysanthemum Douluo of Spirit Hall treated exotic flowers and rare herbs as his life. Researching immortal herbs was hardly unusual.
The sun sank in the west.
Orange-red sunset clouds spread across the horizon, bathing the entire city in a warm orange glow.
Having just shed her Crown Prince disguise and changed back into a plain white dress, Qian Renxue stood by the second-floor window, looking down at the courtyard