Jiang Qin yelled at Feng Qing, who was nervously preparing.
"Young Master Feng, didn't you say your trip up the mountain was solely to ensure my safety? Why start preparing to harvest the spiritual medicine so early?"
"Are you here to protect me or to steal the spiritual medicine?"
"Steal?"
Feng Qing sneered and shamelessly said.
"The spiritual medicine grows in the mountains, and who ends up with it depends on luck. Besides, the spiritual medicine isn't marked with your name, so how can you call it stealing? Jiang Qin, your words are really unpleasant."
"Hmph, I knew your intentions for coming along weren't pure."
Feng Qing chuckled lightly.
"The spiritual medicine is down below, and whoever has the ability shall have it. Besides, your grandfather already agreed to marry you to me, so we're practically family. If there is plenty of spiritual medicine, you could ask me nicely, and if I'm in a good mood, I might just give you one."
