Yang Ruxin just smiled and said, "Madam, how much do you think your son’s life is worth?" She simply couldn’t stand the way the other party was demanding help while still maintaining an air of superiority.
Yuan Mengzhu was immediately choked by the question, her face also turning ugly.
"Presumptuous." The servant woman who spoke earlier immediately stepped forward and scolded Yang Ruxin, "You..."
"Step back," Yuan Mengzhu ordered sharply, "Speak out of turn again, and you’ll be sold."
The servant’s face went pale instantaneously, and she hurriedly retreated several steps, no longer daring to speak.
Yang Ruxin didn’t intend to make a real enemy of the other party and soon sarcastically smiled, "This musk is for Hechun Hall, as for the price after it’s processed into medicine, Master Wang would be clearer on that."
Yuan Mengzhu was surprised for a moment, then turned to look at Wang Zhenggang.
"Madam, rest assured, our establishment is no den of thieves," Wang Zhenggang said with neither subservience nor arrogance, "If that’s all, then I will proceed to prepare the medicine now, otherwise, if too much time passes, the efficacy may just..."
"Thank you, Doctor Wang," Yuan Mengzhu nodded earnestly.
Wang Zhenggang glanced at Yang Ruxin, then took the camphor seeds and went to the back.
"May I ask for the young lady’s distinguished name..." Yuan Mengzhu’s face had now relaxed, and she had adopted a tone of nobility, although she still retained a somewhat overbearing air, "You have been the savior of my child today. If there is a day..."
"Madam, even if I hadn’t met you, I would have delivered the camphor seeds," Yang Ruxin shook her head, then glanced at Fang Tianze, "You should just consider it his good luck."
Yuan Mengzhu’s gaze flickered, feeling slightly guilty inside; she had indeed harbored thoughts that the girl had come to ingratiate herself, but now... she felt compelled to reassess her impression of the young lady... She must either be truly simple-hearted, or she is a woman with deep schemes, harboring grander designs...
Fang Tianze had been observing Yang Ruxin all the while; he could sense her aversion to his mother and the servant. His heart felt a mixture of joy and pain, joy that this girl hadn’t agreed to help just because of his status, and pain that she seemed not to like him.
In fact, he didn’t know why, but he longed to get closer to her, only...
Yang Ruxin felt there was nothing more to say to these people and was ready to go to the back yard to wait, but as she turned to leave, she was called back by Fang Tianze, so she turned her head to look at him, "Is there something else?"
"Hearing you speak, have you been educated?"
Yang Ruxin’s eyebrows slightly raised, "My father was once a Scholar." Why say ’was’? Because after he died, the title of Scholar was revoked by the Governor’s Office, which meant that even if Yang Baiyue came back to life now, he would be a commoner. Thus, it must be said that he was once a Scholar.
Fang Tianze smiled a little, "I also studied from a young age, if it weren’t for my poor health, perhaps..." He spoke and his facial expression dimmed, he let out a light sigh, "No matter how much one studies, it’s useless if..."
Yuan Mengzhu originally did not want her son to interact too much with such a country girl from a family of peasants but seeing her son’s smiling face for the first time in a long while and the noticeable increase in his chatter, she finally refrained. How long had it been since her son had spoken so much?
"Now you have medicine. You will get better," Yang Ruxin felt some sympathy for him, "I suggest that you pay attention to food therapy in the future..." In fact, she seriously suspected that he had cancer, but unfortunately, there were too many people around. If she were to stare down at him obstinately for a while, the madam might very well explode.