"Heh!"
A seductive, soft snort rang out from within the Holy Maiden Palace's incomparably lavish and magnificent inner halls!
Vermouth sat back in a comfortable chair, her snow-white, shapely legs crossed, wearing nothing but a rose-red, lace-trimmed, deep-V slip nightgown!
What she held in her hand was precisely the precious divine medicine Dong Qingyou had brought back—the Heavenly Velvet Purple Rhyme Grass, capable of perfectly repairing one's meridians!
Though this divine medicine would be extraordinarily precious outside, Vermouth was no longer the Little White who had only just followed her Mr. Gardener to the Divine Realm!
After casually toying with the divine medicine that glimmered with a gentle light for a while, Vermouth, expressionless and utterly unconcerned, tossed it onto a nearby table and did not spare it another glance!
Ever since wiping out that first-rate faction last time and reaping a bountiful harvest, Vermouth had long since become a wealthy woman. She now had no fewer than a hundred divine medicines of this grade in her possession!
"Madam! Such an excellent divine medicine, and you just threw it onto the table?!"
"What else should I do? If you want it, Yangli, I'll give it to you!"
Looking at Yangli, who was gently massaging Qing Mo's shoulders behind him, Vermouth's lips curled slightly as she lightly raised her delicate willow-leaf brows!
"That tool was the one who specially found it to give to you, Madam. What would I want it for?!"
Yangli likewise merely glanced at the divine medicine on the table, her face equally full of indifference toward it!
Although if Yangli had just said she wanted it, Vermouth certainly would not have hesitated in the slightest and truly would have given the Heavenly Velvet Purple Rhyme Grass to her!
But then!
Just like Vermouth, Yangli, who was gently