Old Man Qian, after finishing his sentence, met Wei Zhao's unblinking gaze.
The weakened man tugged at the corner of his mouth, then calmly looked away.
If they weren't standing so far apart, with his voice deliberately lowered, Old Man Qian might have suspected Wei Zhao overheard them.
After the New Year, going to the county medical hall, who knows if the journey will be smooth. In these troubled times, carrying poison is a way to defend oneself.
Yu Tingwan accepted it.
"Old ginseng greatly replenishes vitality. Previously, it was thanks to it that my husband was saved and brought back half-alive. Do you still have any?"
Old Man Qian glanced at her: "Do you have money?"
In the past, Yu Tingwan would have silently hung her head and said nothing.
But times have changed; the girl straightened her back. "Yes."
Hui Niang had given her one tael as betrothal money.
