[Host, what are you planning?]
The system's sixth sense told it that its host was planning to go big.
Wenren Luoshui flashed a toothy grin, unable to hide the mischief in her eyes.
Because Lang Liuliu had possessed Prince Qi's heir, the young man had become especially sensitive to the cold lately.
Even now that Lang Liuliu had left his body, that lingering sensitivity remained.
"Wear this talisman for now. Take it off once your body returns to normal."
Wenren Luoshui rummaged through her pouch, pulled out a yellow talisman, and handed it to Prince Qi's heir. The moment he took it, much of the chill in his body subsided.
He carefully tucked the talisman away as though it were a treasure and thanked Wenren Luoshui repeatedly before returning home with the manor's servants.
As for Mao Shaoqin, every golden juice face mask in his shop was taken away by the servants from Prince Qi's heir's household. They needed to find a suitable place to destroy them.
The workers responsible for keeping Vermilion Bird Street clean hurried over. The sight of the devastation outside the Golden Juice Face Mask Shop left them thoroughly disgusted, but they could hardly leave it alone.
The next day, the officials raised the matter with the emperor during morning court. They felt Mao Shaoqin's actions had seriously tarnished Capital City's image and demanded that the emperor deal with it.
In the end, the emperor issued a decree: except where required for certain special medicinal preparations, merchants and commoners were forbidden from turning golden juice into merchandise and selling it at will. Anyone caught doing so would not only have all their property confiscated, but the merchant would also have to eat their entire remaining stock.
After the decree was announced, those among the