gnovel Chapter 24 Money! Money! Money!
Chapter 24 Money! Money! Money!
"It really doesn't hurt anymore?" Yinzhi (Eighth Prince) asked in disbelief as he gently pressed the Ninth Prince's toes.
Old Nine didn't scream like before, and didn't even flinch.
He looked down at his feet, then looked up at Yinzhi (the Eighth Prince), his eyes even turning a little red.
"Myna, it really doesn't hurt anymore." His voice was hoarse, as if he were dreaming. "It doesn't hurt at all."
After my tenth brother took that medicine, he broke out in a sweat and his face turned as red as Guan Yu's. I thought I was going to die.
But after sweating profusely, the pain seemed to have been wiped away completely, as if someone had wiped it off with their hand.
He tried to move his toes, and although they were still a little stiff, they could move.
"I'll try to get out of bed," he said, and started to lift the blanket.
"Slow down." Yinzhi (Eighth Prince) quickly reached out to support him.
The moment the Ninth Prince's feet touched the ground, his body swayed, and Yinzhi (the Eighth Prince) quickly steadied his arm.
"It's nothing, it's just that my legs are weak from lying down for so long." Old Jiu waved his hand, steadied himself, and tried to take a step forward.
Although my steps were a little unsteady, like walking on cotton, I could actually walk.
He walked from the bedside to the desk, and then from the desk back to the bedside. Although a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his face was full of smiles.
"Alright! Alright!" He turned around and grabbed Yin'e's hand. "Tenth Brother, your medicine is amazing!"
Those imperial physicians were all useless; they toiled for two days and did absolutely nothing. But this little bottle of your medicine cured me in less than an hour!"
He finally couldn't hold back his tears, which welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.
A prince, in front of a room full of people, cried.
Looking at the Ninth Prince's appearance, Yin'e felt a mix of emotions.
He wanted to say something polite, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.
He simply grasped Lao Jiu's hand in return, patted it, and nodded emphatically.
Yinzhi (the Eighth Prince) stood aside, watching this scene with a very complicated expression on his face.
What shocked him was that the imperial physicians were helpless with the ninth prince's illness. They prescribed several doses of medicine, but not only did they have no effect, the prince vomited violently.
The folk remedy he brought today cost several dozen taels of silver to buy from a so-called "famous doctor from Jiangnan," but Lao Jiu had already tried it and it was completely useless.
But the stuff in the tenth brother's little porcelain bottle, which was dark and smelled like burnt tree roots, actually worked.
Moreover, the effect was incredibly fast; in less than an hour, the excruciating pain disappeared, and he was able to get out of bed and walk again.
This is nothing short of a medical miracle.
He had a feeling that the tenth brother had stolen the spotlight today.
In the past, in such situations, it was always Lao Ba who did the work of coming up with ideas, providing prescriptions, and doing favors.
But this discomfort was quickly dispelled by greater joy.
After all, the person lying in bed wasn't a stranger, but his own brother.
Old Nine was genuinely happy that the pain was gone.
"Good! Good! Good!" Yinzhi (Eighth Prince) said "good" three times in a row, stepped forward, put one arm around the Ninth Prince's shoulder and patted Yin'e's back with the other.
"Ninth Brother is cured, and Tenth Brother has made a great contribution. Today, the three of us brothers should have a good talk."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yin'e subtly glanced at the page about the Ninth Prince in "Overheard".
The numbers are jumping.
His score rose from 42.6 when he entered the room, soaring like a rocket.
43、45、48、50、52……最终稳稳地停在了55.3。
The listening distance has also increased from 30 meters to 40 meters.
Yinzhi (Eighth Prince)'s favorability rating has also returned to 40.3.
Yin'e's heart skipped a beat, followed by an indescribable surge of joy.
From 42.6 to 55.3, it rose by almost thirteen points.
Old Nine is a cunning and scheming man. The fact that his favorability towards him has increased so much means that the medicine's effects have indeed exceeded his expectations.
Moreover, the listening distance has increased from 30 meters to 40 meters.
Although it's only ten meters more, it's a sign that his cheat code is getting stronger.
The Ninth Prince released Yin'e's hand, walked to the table, sat down, picked up the hot tea that the maid had just brewed, took a sip, and let out a long sigh.
Although his face was still a little pale, his spirits had improved a lot, and even his voice was louder than before.
"Tenth Brother," he put down his teacup and looked at Yin'e, "don't worry about the two hundred thousand taels of silver you owe the national treasury. I'll pay it back."
Yin'e was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "Ninth Brother, how can this be? Two hundred thousand taels is no small sum, I..."
"Don't be so polite with me," Lao Jiu interrupted him. "You saved my life, what's two hundred thousand taels?"
Although I, Lao Jiu, am not a great philanthropist, I still believe in the importance of repaying kindness.
Yin'e opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but Lao Jiu added, "Regardless of how you got the money, or whether you didn't get it at all."
If you manage to get them, keep the flowers for yourself as a thank you gift;
If you couldn't get it, I'll pay you back myself, saving you the trouble of begging someone else.
"That's settled then, you don't need to say anything more."
Yin'e was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface he still pretended to be troubled and turned to look at Yin Si (the Eighth Prince), as if seeking help.
Yinzhi (the Eighth Prince) glanced at him, smiled, and spoke up: "Tenth Brother, Ninth Brother is right."
This is a life-saving favor; what is two hundred thousand taels of silver? Please don't refuse; refusing again would seem like a distant gesture.
The two of them worked together to completely thwart Yin'e's attempt to "decline."
Yin'e nodded reluctantly, putting on an expression that was both touched and embarrassed, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Then... thank you, Ninth Brother, thank you, Eighth Brother."
His voice was slightly choked with emotion, and his eyes were a little red, as if he was deeply moved by the brotherhood.
But in his heart, he was already overjoyed.
So the 200,000 tael hole was solved just like that?
The ninth brother spoke up first, and the eighth brother chimed in; he didn't even need to beg.
This deal was worth it.
He quickly did the math in his head: seven autumn crocuses, three taels of silver.
Including the money spent on the liquor, the porcelain bottle, and the reward for Fuquan, the total amount did not exceed twenty taels.
A cost of twenty taels of silver leveraged a debt of two hundred thousand taels of silver, resulting in a return of ten thousand times.
"This cheat code," he thought to himself with smug satisfaction, "is fucking useful."
Old Jiu downed two more cups of tea, and his energy grew stronger.
He asked a maid to bring him a damp cloth, wiped the sweat and tears from his face, and changed into a clean undergarment. He looked completely refreshed, as if he had just returned from the brink of death.
Seeing that the Ninth Prince was feeling better, Yinzhi (the Eighth Prince) finally felt relieved. He leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and slowly took a sip.
His expression gradually changed from concern and joy to seriousness, as if he were preparing to say something important.
"Ninth Brother," he finally spoke, "I've come today for two reasons: first, to check on your illness, and second, to tell you something important."