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Chapter 3688: 4.1288 A Ruthless Slap in the Face

Especially the Minister of War, his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.

If the army could master this kind of hemostatic pill, then there's no doubt that the entire military would gain a significant advantage when fighting the enemy on the battlefield.

With such a hemostatic pill in hand, why would they ever worry about not winning a campaign?

Mo Lian saw his father glaring at him with such an eager look and quickly said, "Qiaoqiao can't produce divine-grade pills with such effectiveness every time."

Qiaoqiao is only a Heaven-grade Alchemist; she's just lucky to be able to produce divine-grade pills, the Crown Prince meant.

Mo Liusheng turned to look at his daughter-in-law again, the hint of anticipation in his eyes almost burning like the scorching sun.

At this moment, Shan Yisu, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, frantically scrambled up, trying to pounce on Qiao Mu.

She let out a series of sharp shrieks, loudly proclaiming, "Impossible! Impossible!"

"How could you be such a young divine-grade alchemist? You must be lying, you're hiding something, what are you hiding!"

"It's a divine artifact, isn't it?"

"A divine artifact that helps you quickly condense pills, isn't it? You vicious woman! There's no way you could become a divine-grade alchemist."

"I am indeed not a divine-grade alchemist," Qiao Mu interrupted her coldly, stating indifferently, "I'm just a Heaven-grade Alchemist. I can occasionally produce one or two black-patterned divine-grade pills."

She glanced at her with a look of pity, pursing her small lips. "But even that's quite good, isn't it? Compared to you, a divine-grade alchemist who's merely a facade."

"Someone like me... who genuinely put in great effort, starting from basic herb differentiation, learning to identify, smell, refine, and process herbs. I should be a tiny bit better than you!"

Qiao Mu gestured with two small fingers, stating indifferently, "Of the myriad ways of medicine, I only dare say I know a thing or two. You, however, are truly audacious, a mere half-measure daring to pass yourself off as a divine-grade alchemist in front of me."

"How did you become this divine-grade alchemist? Don't you have any idea in your heart?"

"Stop pretending, you're not even good at it."

"Pffft." Shan Yisu actually spat out a mouthful of blood. Everyone looked at her with strange expressions.

This Shan Yisu was actually so angered by the Little Crown Princess's words that she spat blood!

My goodness, how much suppressed anger must one have to be enraged to such a pathetic state...

Qiao Mu coldly watched the woman writhing on the ground, her eyes devoid of any pity.

Blame yourself for reaching too far, foolishly attempting to lay hands on Qiaoqiao's Lian!

Qiaoqiao's Lian is not someone just any cat or dog can touch.

The Little Crown Princess condensed an ice thorn in her hand and, without a word, flung it towards Shan Yisu's face.

"You can't kill me." Shan Yisu lay on the ground, weakly lifting her head.

At this moment, the ice thorn was barely an inch from her eye.

It seemed as though one more step would directly pierce her eye.

"You can't kill me, Qiao Mu." Shan Yisu struggled to crawl half a step on the ground, looking up at her coldly. "I, I have a way to save, to save the Empress's life."

"Even if I don't refine, don't refine a divine-grade pill, I can, I can ensure the Empress's life for six months without worry."

Old City Lord Bai quickly stepped forward upon hearing this, standing beside the Little Crown Princess.

Just as he was about to speak, Mo Lian raised his hand to stop him.

The Little Poker Face simply looked at Shan Yisu with cold eyes.