“At first, I sold ordinary headache medicine. And then, step by step, cold medicine, fever reducers, painkillers. And then, well, the buyers who experienced the effects went to nearby pharmacies saying they wanted the same medicine.”
He started stacking one silver at a time on the desk.
The voice of joy was felt in his chuckling.
“However! They couldn’t find any medicine with the same effect as yours! Hahaha, and how delighted they were when I visited again after that.”
He had stacked over 10 silvers and was heading towards 20.
“Of course, the prescription was widely sold in the pharmacy. But I couldn’t sell the medicine because there was no stock.”
With a total of 30 silvers, Manmulsang laughed, his cheeks trembling.
The joy and praise were clearly felt in that laughter.
Manmulsang opened his arms towards the medicines Sharti was showcasing.
“Miss, I’ll buy all of your medicine.”
Sharti blinked.
And then, Manmulsang understood the meaning of the 30 silver he had piled up.
‘Is he offering three times more than last time?’
Since the quantity was larger than last time, it made sense to pay three times the price. However, Sharti found it hard to believe.
‘Even if I sell all of that in this village, I might get at most 2 silver.’
From the beginning, Manmulsang’s straightforward conscience, revealing the sales volume so honestly, seemed strange.
Of course, Manmulsang wasn’t running a losing business. The promotion of Sharti’s medicine had been successful, and the demand was still increasing. However, the supply of Sharti’s medicine had its limits, naturally causing the market value to rise.
So, what was needed now was to maintain a friendly relationship with Sharti.
“Let’s trade openly. Regularly, if possible.”
“……?”
What difference would that make?
If he wanted an exclusive sales right, Sharti was prepared to refuse.
Manmulsang, who seemed to have noticed Sharti’s suspicious attitude, laughed heartily.
“I don’t mean to monopolize your medicine. I want to request the production of medicines that are not easily available in the market, in addition to general medicines. Of course, regularly.”
Sharti squinted her eyes. Was he talking about using medicines for illegal purposes?
Just as Sharti was about to firmly draw the line, Manmulsang, scratching his firm cheek, spoke shyly.
“For example, um, can you make a medicine that facilitates a smooth relationship between a couple?”
“……?”
“You’re an adult, too, Miss. You must have heard of it. For the bed, that kind of thing.”
“……!”
Late, Sharti’s face blushed bright red.
She was in her twenties. She was definitely an adult, and she had gained knowledge unintentionally through the villagers.
She wasn’t completely oblivious to those matters.
What Manmulsang wanted was a stamina-increasing medicine.
‘I can’t do it!’
Sharti shook her hands and head rapidly.
In response to her intense reaction, Manmulsang took out one more silver.
“There’s high demand for it. Medicines available in the market lack safety, durability, and effectiveness altogether. With your skills, Miss, it should be a piece of cake!”
Manmulsang tried to persuade her with confidence, feeling awkward about his fervent determination.
Although Sharti felt momentarily pleased to be acknowledged for her skill, she stubbornly continued to decline.
“Well, you’re unmarried……”
Facing Sharti’s unyielding stance, Manmulsang expressed his disappointment.
Nevertheless, he paid the 30 silver as agreed.
“Aren’t you interested in making supplements good for skin care? Something good for moisturizing or commonly used by ladies. You can even make it for trial purposes.”
Cooling down the heat on her face, Sharti nodded slightly.
Even without it, there was a skin ointment that Beirena made for Sharti every time.
’30 silver. I don’t have to worry about the cost of materials.’
When Sharti responded positively, Manmulsang swelled with expectations.
Skin ointments using herbs as the main ingredient would be popular among women who used harsh cosmetics. Especially among the nobility rather than the commoners.
Even nowadays, the Manmulsangs were popular in noble families, presenting a good opportunity.
What Manmulsang generously paid Sharti was not much compared to the profits he would make in the future.
“Next time, I might be able to come a bit earlier. These things sell so quickly.”
Leaving the room with a hefty bag, Manmulsang smiled.
Manmulsang, who had been expressing his satisfaction, suddenly let out a small sigh.
“Miss, you might not know since you’re always in the mountains, but the atmosphere in the empire is ominous. You have to make as much profit as possible while you can.”
“……?”
As always, Manmulsang shared various stories with her before leaving, and today’s topic was about the harsh rumors circulating within the empire.
Manmulsang, muttering something while looking around, whispered quietly.
“Hear this from the town folks. Duke Gwendhil, who was returning after ending the war, was found to have plotted rebellion.”
“……!”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
