Yan Daopo hurriedly stepped forward to show her diligence, removed the cork from the porcelain bottle, and poured a glossy white pill into Lady Zhang's palm.
"Madam, take a look, this is indeed a good thing at first sight," Yan Daopo said with a fawning smile.
Lady Zhang examined the porcelain bottle and then the pill. Indeed, they were both very exquisite, not something ordinary to be compared with. Thus, her confidence in Yan Daopo's words deepened.
"You only have this one pill, right? You're not handing it out to every bride, are you?" Although saying so, Lady Zhang still asked.
"Oh dear, Madam takes me for a quack," Yan Daopo exclaimed in feigned distress, "I'll swear in front of Madam, if there is a second pill in my hand, may I be struck by lightning and have a miserable death. Madam, you're wronging my sincere intentions."
Yan Daopo's oath was indeed genuine, as she truly only had this one pill in her possession.
