Jinxi Town, the backyard of Huichun Hall.
Shen Qinglan gazed calmly at the master and servant across from her, saying nothing.
Not far away, blooming forsythia flowers exuded a gentle fragrance, carried by the spring breeze.
"I am Song Ting, the eldest son of the Medicine Sect."
After some time, Song Ting finally spoke.
"This is my attendant, Song Qing. Last time, we left in a hurry and didn't have the chance to ask for the young lady's name!"
Recently, Shen Qing'an caught a cold, feeling unwell. Shen Qinglan intended to ask Doctor Chen from Huichun Hall to have a look. Unexpectedly, upon entering the hall, she encountered Song Ting and Song Qing.
She looked at Song Ting without saying a word.
Song Ting smiled slightly, saying, "The young lady saved us, you are our benefactor. May I know what reward the young lady desires?"
"Money." After a long pause, Shen Qinglan replied with a single word.
Both Song Ting and Song Qing were taken aback.
