Feng Xiaoyu Meets Wang Jian

The next hour was a whirlwind of negotiations. Yin Lian requested specific herbs and rare metals, all essential for upcoming ceremonies.

 

Feng Xiaoyu scanned the list, her lips curling into a tight smile. "Hmm, quite a hefty request, wouldn't you say?" she remarked, her voice betraying a hint of amusement.

 

Internally, however, she sighed. Wang Jian's attempt at using Yin Lian as a social lubricant was both transparent and slightly amusing. If Dong Aigou hadn't warned her, she never would have suspected such a convoluted approach.

 

Yin Lian, oblivious to the internal battle being waged within Feng Xiaoyu, tilted her head in confusion. "Perhaps, but these are vital for the temple's continued operation. Is there a problem, Feng Xiaoyu?"