The next morning, a thin mist shrouded the world.
Su Yu stood before a long table, looking at the dozen or so brocade boxes sent by the Cai Family. He opened them one by one.
Instantly, an aroma blending the earthy scent of soil and the fresh fragrance of herbs filled the air.
Su Yu examined them one by one:
A fifty-year-old wild ginseng with roots like a dragon's tendrils. A thirty-year-old Purple Blood Ancient Lingzhi, its color like jade. Purple Marrow Dates the size of chicken eggs, with skin like dried dates. A tiger bone ginseng exuding a faint, baleful aura...
'If these precious herbs were sold on the market, they'd be worth well over two thousand silver taels. I really owe Cai Yun a favor for this.'
The thought of the impossibly charming Cai Yun, who flirted with him at every opportunity, made Su Yu shake his head with a wry smile.
He had no idea how he would repay this favor, but he knew he wouldn't be able to avoid getting entangled with her.
