Dingchu, what level has your martial arts reached? "It looks like we'll have to play some time.
"I have time."
"Oh? What a coincidence!" Du Zhong greets His Highness the Crown Prince. "
Du Zhong's face was full of smiles.
The Crown Prince excused himself from the ceremony.
"Come and sit."
Du Zhong sat down with a smile and looked at Huaqian.
"Young Master Hua, I wonder if you brought any treasures this time?"
Huaqian's head was about to turn into a rattle drum.
"There's no need to hide it. This old man will not take it from you. I'm just here to take a look."
"I really don't have any this time."
Last time Bai Xiao asked him to sell the ginseng, it was the oldest, and had already grown into a human form. He was unwilling to sell it, so she brought it along with him to the army camp.
He never thought that Du Zhong, whose nose was sharper than a dog's, would shamelessly grind his Ginseng to death.