: What Was Liu Chenyi Compared to Her? (2)
"Ten prescriptions... it's really ten prescriptions!"
Before the competition, he already learned of the medicinal ingredients that he was going to face and spent a whole day and night in his search for the prescriptions relevant to all of these ingredients. Even so, he still only found three.
However, Yun Luofeng did not know the identity of the ingredients beforehand, so how in the world did she manage to write down 10 prescriptions in such a short amount of time?
"Sir Qing Mu." Malice flashed through Liu Chenyi's eyes, and his fingers tightly squeezed the paper in his hand as he looked up and said, "You seem to have forgotten that if you respond incorrectly in your exam, you will be considered to have failed!"
The elderly man who he referred to as Sir Qing Mu was the emotional person from earlier.
Hearing Liu Chenyi's words, he was briefly taken back before hesitantly saying, "That is a rule indeed."
"So," Liu Chenyi lightly smiled, "Yun Luofeng lost!"
Following the man's gentle as jade voice, his smitten and brainless supporters started hooting again.
"That's what I thought, there's no way that Yun Luofeng can win against Young Master Liu."
"Since Young Master Liu said she lost, then she must have lost! However, when Young Master Liu said that, his confident appearance was too handsome! I really want to get married to him..."
Those women had hearts in their eyes as they foolishly looked at Liu Chenyi, besotted. In their eyes, Liu Chenyi could commit no wrong! His words were never wrong either!
The snow silkworm not melting upon contact with fire? How could that be possible? Did this woman consider people to be fools and think they could be tricked as she pleased?
The corner of Yun Luofeng's lips turned up. "Since you aren't willing to believe me, we can use this to make a bet!"
"Alright!" Liu Chenyi harshly clapped the feather fan in his hand and turned to Long Yuan. "I beg Your Majesty to permit this!"
Long Yuan nodded and said in a low voice, "Zhen permits it."
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On an extremely long table on the competition stage, a snow silkworm silently laid in an ice-covered bowl. The snow silkworm had evidently been dead for a long time and unmovingly rested on the ice cubes.
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