As the saying went, a generous reward would always bring forth brave men.
The moment he finished speaking, men stepped up to Mao Shaoqin and restrained him, one on either side.
Others went into Mao Shaoqin's shop and carried out the bottles and jars he had displayed there. They pulled out the stoppers, pried open his mouth, and forcibly poured his beloved golden slurry down his throat.
Enjoying it of his own accord was one thing; having someone force-feed it to him was another entirely.
The servants were so rough that Mao Shaoqin's eyes rolled back.
There had been quite a crowd watching the spectacle, but after hearing the Heir of Prince Qi's orders, the onlookers could no longer stomach it.
A spectacle might be entertaining, but they still had to be able to bear watching it!
If they kept watching, they might be traumatized every time they visited the privy from now on.
Pinned to the ground, Mao Shaoqin was force-fed his precious golden slurry.
More than half of the hundred-milliliter bottle of golden slurry came straight back out of his mouth.
Now his face and body were covered in his favorite golden slurry.
[Tsk, tsk, tsk. He might look like he's resisting, but inside, he's practically flying with joy.]
Wenren Luoshui and Yunjian had not left with the crowd. They huddled together, their heads touching, and gleefully snarked away in their thoughts.
[Yunjian: This still isn't exciting enough. This guy only turned golden slurry into face masks, when he could clearly develop so many other products. He could add some to drinks, for instance, and give his shop's beverages an exclusive flavor.]
Her suggestion opened up a whole new line of thought for Wenren Luoshui, who followed it up.
*[And stinky tofu. Soak tofu in golden slurry, then