The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 233 - 232: Someone Runs into the Gun Barrel

Chapter 233: Chapter 232: Someone Runs into the Gun Barrel

Seeing that Qu Tong had been silent, Old Yuan chuckled, "What I said is the truth. Emperor Changxin is the ruler of the Cangling Empire, and his wealth is definitely not inferior to that young fellow, Si Yuting."

Qu Tong looked impatient, really wanting to pick up this indecent old man and throw him out.

Old Yuan took the hint and cleared his throat to talk business, "The only Healing Chamber of the entire auction is in his hands, and the Healing Chamber I have was also a gift from him. I’ve asked, and someone will deliver the Healing Chamber later."

"He must be seeking you out for matters regarding potions. You can meet him if you’d like. If not, then just forget it."

"Oh right, he already knows that I wasn’t the one who concocted the Special Grade Potion."

Qu Tong listened to Old Yuan’s casual tone, it seemed he was quite familiar with the ruler of the Cangling Empire.

Thinking of certain matters, Qu Tong decided to meet this young ruler in person.

A few things about the Cangling Empire had been mentioned in Zhu Jidan’s classes.

The Cangling Empire was the country that preserved the most complete heritage of Chinese intangible cultural legacies and also had the most developed commerce, though their combat strength was slightly inferior.

Soon, Shen Jie, the person responsible for the auction, personally delivered the Space Button containing the Healing Chamber.

Less than an hour after Qu Tong lay down in it, her ankles had healed completely, no longer painful or swollen.

It had to be said, the Healing Chambers of the interstellar era really represented a significant advancement in medicine and technology, even if the cost of a single use was somewhat high.

Not something the average person could afford.

The old-fashioned Healing Chamber the Qu Family once had was a reward given because Elder Qu had saved the current Emperor’s life; it had been used only a few times in over a decade.

Qu Tong followed Shen Jie to Room 4009.

On the way, Qu Tong asked Shen Jie, "Are you also from the Cangling Empire?"

Shen Jie didn’t hide it, "Yes, Miss Jun Li, although I came to E12 Star when I was very young."

Qu Tong nodded, no wonder he was so good at business.

As soon as Qu Tong entered the room, she saw a man at the table, holding a Hooked Gold Pen and writing something. He wore a deep blue brocade robe with black-gold patterns, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose made him appear even more refined and cultured.

No wonder Old Yuan had said he was good-looking—indeed, he was admirable, like a gentle and refined gentleman of high standing.

Unlike Si Chen’s imposing imperial demeanor, it was truly difficult to associate this delicate and noble-looking man with the ruler of an empire.

"Does Miss Jun Li wish to say something?" a clear and cold voice reached her ears.

Emperor Changxin had already put down his pen and looked towards Qu Tong.

Qu Tong retracted her assessing gaze and said with an open smile, "I was wondering if the Cangling Empire chose its ruler based on looks?"

Emperor Changxin was momentarily stunned, then replied with an elegant smile, "It does have some influence."

Facing Emperor Changxin’s earnest answer, Qu Tong didn’t dwell on unrelated matters and took a seat smoothly.

Having used Emperor Changxin’s Healing Chamber, she naturally took his words seriously.

She had another matter to inquire about today, regarding the Dawn Galaxy, about the Blue Planet.

Emperor Changxin’s warmth and courtesy were not superficial; he didn’t mind the trouble and patiently told her many things.

However, civilization had developed so much over the years that history could no longer be investigated, and useful information was very scarce.

Before leaving, Emperor Changxin handed a Boundary Card to Qu Tong, "If Miss Jun Li is interested, perhaps you could see for yourself."

Qu Tong accepted it and expressed her thanks.

Emperor Changxin always maintained a comfortable and cordial smile, "Miss Jun Li might not know, but the identity of a Potion Grandmaster is a universal pass. As long as you wish to come, my nation can send someone to fetch you."

A moment of contemplation flickered in Qu Tong’s eyes. She knew that pharmacists were valuable, but she hadn’t realized they were valued to this extent.

Emperor Changxin had said "my nation", not "I".

After leaving Room 4009, Qu Tong didn’t rush to her own room or return to Elder Yuan’s appraisal room but instead took a look at all the rooms on the fourth floor.

The privacy measures for the rooms on the fourth floor were very well implemented, with dedicated passageways leading into each room. Unless someone came out into the corridor, it was quite difficult for them to be seen by others.

There were a total of ten rooms on the fourth floor, with about three or four vacant ones.

Qu Tong, having found nothing, leaned over the railing of the corridor to look down and keenly spotted a familiar figure.

No mistake, Mi Qiu was being grabbed by the collar.

Ha!

This naive, rich young master was once again suffering a beating from society.

From her vantage point, Qu Tong could clearly see Mi Qiu’s face, while the several people opposite Mi Qiu could only see a back view.

The lobby was too noisy, and she couldn’t make out a word of what they were saying.

So Qu Tong went downstairs.

Just as she pushed through the crowd, she heard someone shouting arrogantly, "Call your boss out, I won’t rest until I’ve filed a complaint!"

That volume was much more domineering than when she had been arrogant and overbearing.

Another complaint? Interesting.

Mi Qiu had long freed his collar and was now getting angry too, "You? Worthy of seeing our boss? When I say it’s not possible, it’s not possible. Can’t you understand plain speech?"

"What attitude is that? How dare you talk to a guest like that? Do you know who our brother is? Do you have a death wish?" The man from earlier spoke up again, scolding.

"Exactly, a smelly errand boy dares to look down on me? Teach him a lesson," another person chimed in.

It was only then that Qu Tong made out the speakers, Wen Zong, along with Chen Erhu, and a few other lackeys.

Wen Zong threw a punch after he finished speaking.

Mi Qiu instinctively covered his face with his hands but opened his eyes to see a slender figure standing in front of him.

Wen Zong’s hand was caught by Qu Tong and flicked away,

"Miss... Miss Jun!" Mi Qiu, seeing Qu Tong wearing a mask, quickly corrected himself.

"Who are you? Do you know the whole story? Have you got the nerve to back him up?" Chen Erhu stepped forward with a grim expression, seeing that Wen Zong had missed his mark.

With someone to back him up, Mi Qiu immediately started complaining, "Miss Jun, they came to deliver potions for the auction, but this time we have a Special Grade Spirit Power Potion, so the Advanced Mind Stabilizing Potion is not participating in the auction."

"I told them that the Advanced Mind Stabilizing Potion that they brought will be auctioned off at the next small-scale auction. They insisted that I was looking down on them; they are acting like they have a screw loose," Mi Qiu said.

Although Mi Qiu was a bit brusque in his speech, his reasoning was correct, and it was clear that Chen Erhu and his group were intentionally causing trouble.

Mi Qiu whispered behind Qu Tong, "I’ve already called security, but it’s quite busy today, so it might take a while for them to get here."

Mi Qiu’s voice was soft, but because he was so close, Wen Zong still heard it.

Wen Zong wanted to sneer that even if security came, what could they do to him?

His brother Ye had brought some valuable items and was an elite patron at the auction.

He had finally managed to get an Advanced Mind Stabilizing Potion from brother Ye, and since his little sweetheart had some hefty expenses recently, he wanted to get a good price for it at the auction. Having to wait for the next opportunity was unbearable to him.

Wen Zong sized up Qu Tong’s attire and suddenly changed his mind, "Sister, I could let this matter go, how about coming to room 3046 later to find brother, what do you think?"

Wen Zong’s sticky gaze lingered on Qu Tong’s fair, smooth neck and collarbone that were exposed.

He liked this sort of thing, wearing a charming and enchanting fox mask; it must feel quite exciting in bed.

"How dare you! Don’t look at Miss Jun that way," Mi Qiu noticed Wen Zong’s disgusting stare and, gathering his courage, stepped in front of Qu Tong, glaring angrily at the audacious Wen Zong.