The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 241 - 240: Fu Xiangyu’s Helplessness

Chapter 241: Chapter 240: Fu Xiangyu’s Helplessness

Rong Yueqing spoke of life in the Cold Palace, her mood somewhat low but still okay, and she didn’t resist the idea of the political marriage either.

Qu Tong didn’t have much to say, the vicissitudes of life being what they are – as long as one is happy, that’s good enough, and Rong Yueqing’s current state was quite positive.

"By the way, my brother is arriving tomorrow," Rong Yueqing shared happily.

Qu Tong raised an eyebrow, that quickly?

He was a prince, shouldn’t he be back home contending for the throne? Or did clones not qualify for that position?

However, Qu Tong didn’t ask any of these questions, her only concern was whether he had brought enough Void Crystal Stones.

The next evening, Rong Yueqing came looking for her.

"My brother asked me to give you this," Rong Yueqing handed a Space Button to Qu Tong.

Qu Tong took it and looked, 10 Void Crystal Stones, none missing.

This time Qu Tong didn’t take advantage of him and transferred 50 million at the market rate to Rong Chengjue.

The transfer was automatic, and Rong Chengjue didn’t say anything about it either.

*

Teacher Fu suddenly issued a notice, suspending practical classes and stating that the resumption time would be announced later.

With finals approaching, this move bewildered everyone in the class – they had all wanted to get in more practice.

For Qu Tong, it hardly mattered.

Since she couldn’t attend practical classes anyway, Qu Tong planned to ask for leave to return to Luyi Star for Elder Yuan to teach her, and she could make up the theory classes later.

But today, Teacher Fu wasn’t around, and after asking the other teachers in the office, Qu Tong learned that Teacher Fu had gone to find Xun Guangyong.

Xun Guangyong, as the school’s only Senior Alchemist, even had his own separate office.

Before Qu Tong even reached the door, she could hear Xun Guangyong’s arrogant and haughty tone: "There are only so many herbs, of course they should first go to the students in Class A with good aptitude, giving them to you would be a waste."

"Teacher Xun, I can understand a shortage of herbs, but it’s too much to cut our class’s share to give your students extra practice. Aren’t we all students of the First Military Academy? Who doesn’t want to practice more before finals?"

Fu Xiangyu argued her point logically, but Teacher Xun obviously wasn’t reasonable:

"I am in charge of the potion distribution now, and I think this allocation is very fair. If Teacher Fu has an opinion, you can allocate it this way when it’s your turn to manage."

"Oh, I almost forgot, Teacher Fu can’t even concoct an Advanced Mind Stabilizing Potion, so you have no right to meddle in the herb distribution."

"Instead of worrying about your worthless students, you’d be better off figuring out how to improve your own strength. Maybe with a few more decades of effort, you could reach my level."

Whether it was in words or facial expressions, Teacher Xun was full of scorn and disdain.

Fu Xiangyu was infuriated with Teacher Xun bringing up status again.

It wasn’t the first or second time Xun Guangyong had favored his own class and discriminated against Class C. Fu Xiangyu had no choice but to go to the principal.

Qu Tong then went back to wait in the office.

When Fu Xiangyu returned, her expression clearly dejected, but upon seeing Qu Tong, she quickly adjusted her demeanor, "Asking for leave again?"

Qu Tong neither confirmed nor denied it, instead asking, "Can practical classes be resumed?"

Fu Xiangyu, knowing Qu Tong cared a lot about practical classes, let out a sigh and said, "Because of the recent issues with the Insect Clan, very few students have been taking on missions, leading to a shortage of herbs. What little we have is being prioritized for Classes A and B."

The rest didn’t need to be said; everyone understood the situation.

Qu Tong knitted her brows, finding it sad that not even appealing to the principal could change the outcome.

Qu Tong didn’t ask for leave and went back.

The next day, Qu Tong and Rong Yueqing rented a laboratory to practice by themselves, and Teacher Fu came over and gave them serious guidance for half a day.

Knowing that Qu Tong intended to concoct a High-grade Nutrient Solution to catch up, Teacher Fu simply sighed, "A Pharmacist still needs money to find a way out."

Qu Tong always felt that Tutor Fu’s words were too grave; in reality, as long as one had a good foundation, missing a month of practical classes wouldn’t affect advancement in studies.

In the evening, Qu Tong made a call to Old Yuan.

Everyone was a pharmacist, after all, so maybe Old Yuan knew something.

Upon hearing, Old Yuan expressed surprise: "After all these years, she still hasn’t given up? I didn’t see her last time I went to the academy, thought she had left long ago."

Indeed, Old Yuan knew her. Qu Tong then recounted the day’s events.

After listening, Old Yuan analyzed seriously:

"Her talent in potion-making isn’t bad; she probably hasn’t had the chance to encounter the formula for the Advanced Mind Stabilizing Potion, that’s why she hasn’t made a breakthrough."

"The formulas released on the market have their core steps modified to mislead people; that’s a common tactic of the Alchemist Association."

"She wants to give ordinary people a chance to enter the potion industry—easier said than done. The potion market has long become a playground for capital."

"Any high-grade Alchemists, you know of, more or less, have some connection with the Alchemist Association."

"If you want to help her, you could show her the potion manual I prepared for you. Maybe if she’s lucky, she could make a breakthrough."

"Of course, if you don’t want to give it to her, that’s fine too. I gave it to you, so it’s yours to deal with as you please."

Qu Tong did give it to her, but not the entire thing, just a few key pages.

Holding a few printed sheets in her hand, Fu Xiangyu first couldn’t believe it, then became so excited she was speechless.

"Thank you, fellow student Qu Tong! Thank you!"

Fu Xiangyu thanked her repeatedly and finally personally escorted Qu Tong out of the school.

The system for academic affairs had already been handled by Tutor Fu; she obtained a half-month leave.

Qu Tong returned to Luyi Star, continuing to research Constitution Potions while practicing Nutrient Solution.

When Qu Tong logged into her small account ready to sell Nutrient Solution again, she discovered a negative review under the product link.

Waves after waves:"Don’t buy! It tastes awful, whoever buys will regret it."

Qu Tong felt a bit embarrassed, but the customer was speaking the truth; it wasn’t easy to refute.

Bearing the mindset of "Jiang Taigong fishing for those who are willing to take the bait," Qu Tong still listed 50 vials of Nutrient Solution for sale, making a special note: Flavor is unique, purchase with caution!

No sooner had it been listed than it showed as sold out.

Qu Tong thought she had seen incorrectly, refreshed the page, but it still showed as sold out.

Qu Tong checked the back end and found that all 50 vials had been purchased by one customer.

Looking at the customer name, Waves after waves.

Qu Tong: "..."

With mixed feelings, Qu Tong packaged and dispatched the 50 potions.

A few days later, several other negative reviews appeared below the link, all mentioning how bad her potion tasted, but none discussed the effects or price.

Someone privately messaged her, inquiring about what times she usually listed potions for sale. On checking, it was a regular customer who made their first purchase.

They also left her a negative review:"I’ve never tasted such an awful Nutrient Solution."

Qu Tong was too lazy to reply to him and went ahead to list the Nutrient Solution, a bit more this time, 160 vials in total.

Within two seconds it predictably sold out again; five people snatched up 50, 30, 10, 48, and 22 vials respectively.

Qu Tong: "..."

Scavenging for deals and still leaving her negative reviews, didn’t their consciences hurt?

But Qu Tong didn’t take it to heart; after all, she was only selling for a short while.