Chapter 776: Chased by the God of Poverty

"Some are in Nanyuan, and some in Xi Yan. The shops they opened each have their own strengths, and their craftsmanship is quite popular. Now, their embroidery, zither-making, pastries, and tailoring are all well-known in their respective areas." Gu Shuo’s tone was full of admiration.

"Auntie’s craftsmanship is unparalleled. Entrusting the fragrances to her will definitely be more profitable than just selling the fruit directly."

"Indeed. I’ll send a message tomorrow. By the way, where does this fruit grow?"

"That’s a secret for now."

For now, the Xiangyi could only grow in her dimension. If she wanted to cultivate it elsewhere, she would need to breed seeds suited to the local climate and seasons.

"Keeping secrets from your own dad, are you?" Gu Shuo leaned a little closer to her.

"It’s a trade secret. Until it’s public, even my own dear dad has to be kept in the dark." Ye Qianning also leaned her head toward him, her tone playful.

"That part is just like me."

Gu Shuo’s lips curled into a smile.

Anyone could see that his smile reached his eyes, a genuine expression of heartfelt joy.

Qian Fanji: "Shameless."

"What? Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of you? She’s my daughter too." Qian Fanji shot him a glance. "Your port is about to collapse. You might want to wipe that smile off your face."

"They’re being hounded by the god of poverty. There’s nothing I can do about it," Gu Shuo shrugged.

"Oh, right! Mr. Qian, you love liquor, don’t you? The Xiangyi fruit can also be brewed into wine. The result is even more fragrant and mellow than Immortal’s Drunk. Just the wine-laced aroma is incredibly tantalizing." Ye Qianning remembered the liquor she had in her dimension.

She had brewed it for the old Daoist on the island. She’d left a lot of it there but kept seven or eight jars for herself.

Gu Shuo was surprised. ’Xiangyi can be made into fragrances, and it can also be brewed into wine?’

’Even more fragrant and mellow than Immortal’s Drunk?’

"You know how to brew wine too?" Qian Fanji’s mouth was already watering just from her description.

’The fruity scent from before, mixed with the aroma of wine...’

"I do. I even brought a few jars back from the island. I’ll get them for you when we head back, Mr. Qian."

"Good."

"What wine? I want some too," a voice said from behind.

Ye Qianning turned to see Sang Zhi standing behind her, leaning down slightly with his head close to hers.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"What for?"

"No reason."

"..."

"Bring another chair," Sang Zhi said as he straightened up.

Ye Qianning tilted her head up to look at him. In the sunlight, his face seemed even paler, and his red eyes glowed like fire. He wore a light blue brocade robe. On anyone else, such a color would have given the impression of a scholarly young master.

But on him, even when he was doing nothing at all, it gave off a roguish and wicked vibe...

Sang Zhi lowered his gaze, his eyes meeting Ye Qianning’s. A smirk played on his lips.

"..."

’Such a devil!’

Ye Qianning couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Under the bright sun, those eyes were even more startlingly beautiful.

The moment Gu Shuo and Qian Fanji saw Xiang Minghou, the smiles on their faces vanished, replaced by a hint of vigilance.

Du Yi brought over a chair and opened a parasol, then stood behind him.

"I just heard Miss Ye mention a liquor more fragrant and mellow than Immortal’s Drunk. I wonder if I might be so fortunate as to have a taste," another voice interjected.

Xiliu Yuan made his way through the crowd and approached them.

"The Crown Prince of Xi Yan is a man of utmost nobility. Surely you are not lacking for liquor," Ye Qianning said, casting a lazy glance his way.

"Hearing Miss Ye praise it so highly, I have become quite curious as to what kind of liquor it is," Xiliu Yuan said with a slight wave of his hand.

A guard behind him immediately withdrew, reappearing an instant later with a chair and a parasol in hand.

"Your Highness, your curiosity is as strong as ever," Ye Qianning chuckled.