Chapter 113. Do you want to find the devilish hand Leng Yi? (One more)

The partition was filled with medicine cabinets, and the air was suffused with a faint scent of medicinal herbs.

Ye Jiuliang’s gaze drifted away from the cabinets as she turned to meet Mr. Bai’s inquisitive eyes with a smirk.

She lowered her voice deliberately, "I hear Mr. Bai’s wife has been bedridden for a long time. Might Mr. Bai be looking for the demon-handed Leng Yi?"

Mr. Bai’s face changed abruptly, and his look became more guarded, "Say it, what’s your purpose?"

Playing with a Snow Lotus on the table, Ye Jiuliang replied, "Very simple, I want that Golden Snow Ginseng. In exchange, I can have Leng Yi cure your wife’s illness."

"What makes me believe you?" Mr. Bai viewed her with a skeptical eye. If Leng Yi were that easy to find, he wouldn’t have spent years searching without a trace.

Besides, even if he did find Leng Yi, so what? It was common knowledge that Leng Yi was eccentric and reclusive, saving people not out of mercy but following his whims. When pleased, he would heal; when not, he wouldn’t even spare a glance.

Yet despite that, many nobles still sought after him eagerly. After all, everyone faces the inevitability of birth, aging, sickness, and death – having a good relationship with Leng Yi is undeniably an added security for one’s life.

"Leng Yi owes me a favor," Ye Jiuliang said, not bothering to elaborate further. She pulled out a dark token from her pocket and handed it to Mr. Bai, "Or maybe if Mr. Bai takes a good look at this token, he’d know whether I’m lying to him."

Taken aback, Mr. Bai received the token, examining it carefully in his hands.

The token, half the size of a palm, felt slightly cool to the touch, jet-black all over except for the demon-red characters "Leng Yi" inscribed on it.

Nobody had ever heard of anyone daring to forge Leng Yi’s token. Not only because of the special materials used to make the token, but also due to Leng Yi’s deterrent power. Those who dared to flaunt Leng Yi’s name for their gain never met with good ends.

Mr. Bai looked down, lost in thought. After a moment, he raised his eyes to Ye Jiuliang, "Are you really sure Leng Yi can cure my wife?"

Setting the Snow Lotus back on the table, Ye Jiuliang pressed down on the fanged mask on her face, "If I can’t cure your wife, I will return the Golden Snow Ginseng in full."

"But how do I know if you’re telling the truth? What if you run off with the ginseng? Where would I find you then?" Mr. Bai expressed uneasily.

"Heh."

Ye Jiuliang simply laughed at Mr. Bai’s doubts.

"If Mr. Bai doesn’t trust me, then let’s forget it. After all, if that Golden Snow Ginseng ends up in someone else’s hands, it will still eventually return to me. Doing business with Mr. Bai is just to save some trouble and to remove a great worry from your mind. It’s kill two birds with one stone, a good deal that you won’t regret. Whether or not you agree is up to you."

At that, Mr. Bai stared at her, as if trying to peer through the mask that hid her face.

Ye Jiuliang was in no rush, giving him plenty of time to consider.

After a long while, determination flashed in Mr. Bai’s eyes as if he had made up his mind, "I agree to your terms, and I hope you will keep your promise."

Ye Jiuliang, "Of course."

Having waited outside for quite some time, many people were getting impatient.

Just then, the door to the partition opened.

The crowd looked up as Mr. Bai walked to the forefront.

"My apologies for the wait, everyone," Mr. Bai said, bowing slightly to the crowd.

"This Golden Snow Ginseng now belongs to this young lady. Thank you all for coming tonight, and I’m truly sorry for the inconvenience."

With these words, the crowd exploded into an uproar.