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"I understand," Qi Xiaomian said. "The process is indeed complicated, but the most important thing is that there is no time."
He proposed, "Could you, Miss Sang, design a blueprint for me first? It doesn't need to be too complex; starting with the most basic dagger would be best, ideally with room for improvement later. As for engraving the runes, I definitely can't do that, but perhaps I could manage polishing the fragments. That way, it won't take up too much of your time."
"You? Polishing fragments?" Sang Qingxiao questioned. "The scales of Jiao Long cannot be moved by an ordinary warrior's Inner Strength."
"If Inner Strength won't work, what about demonic energy?"
Sang Qingxiao paused for a moment. "You really have some ideas."
"What's wrong? Is it not possible?"
"How would I know if it's possible? I've never tried it."
"Then let me give it a try."
"But will weapons infused with demonic energy be noticed by others?" Sang Qingxiao reminded him.
"Aside from you, anyone who has seen it must be dead! Besides, Miss Sang's runes might help conceal it, right?"
Sang Qingxiao shot him a glare. "You really think highly of me."
The people of Jingjing City would never underestimate Miss Sang.
There was no need to draw the blueprint; her first draft for a weapon was indeed a dagger. She handed it directly to Qi Xiaomian and even reluctantly gave him a scale.
As she instructed him to start with jade to minimize waste, Qi Xiaomian nodded and then asked, "Miss Sang, what are your conditions?"
"Just save them for now."
Qi Xiaomian also informed Sang Qingxiao about the court's decision regarding the Pang Family: Pang Yong would face execution after autumn, while the others would be exiled.
It was an unsurprising verdict; Sang Qingxiao lost interest after hearing just that.
Xuan Yin had also joined Qi Xiaomian. Although his expression remained grim, he refrained from saying anything unpleasant. Misha even apologized on his behalf.
Sang Qingxiao smiled and asked, "So Little Dun Dun is staying here?"
"Yes," Xuan Yin replied. "He’s living in The Office of Censors in a small room. It’s not convenient to bring him along. You can deduct his living expenses from my funds."
"That's unnecessary; how much can he eat anyway?"
As the weather grew warmer, the Small Tavern became cool due to Sang Qingxiao's rune and began offering various Ice Treats. Surprisingly, business was even better than usual.
Misha calculated the accounts and presented them to Sang Qingxiao. The profits from Ice Treats were significantly higher than those from meals.
Sang Qingxiao, feeling lazy, didn’t even bother to look through the details. Not only were the profits high, but it was also less hassle. Why not stop serving meals altogether and focus solely on Ice Treats?
What about our Regular Customers?
Then how about switching everything to takeout? The time spent cleaning and washing dishes is no less than cooking meals.
Misha continued to push back, “Have you even lifted a finger? The Mountain Spirits aren’t complaining about fatigue, yet here you are, making a fuss.”
Sang Qingxiao chuckled, “I’m just trying to help you all by saying you’re tired. How about we take a day off? The Dragon Boat Festival is coming up in a few days, and I have a delicious dish in mind that requires some Zong Leaves. We’ll also need to gather some Ai Ye and Calamus. Let’s head to the Suburbs of the Capital for ingredients and enjoy a day out. What do you think?”
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