Yin Qianzhen still wanted to chatter, but Yin Fu was a little impatient. "Alright, Zhenzhen, your brother has been busy all day and is covered in sweat. Go wash up first, and then we'll go find Father together."
Yin Qianzhen immediately followed. "Brother... this person..."
Yin Fu turned and said, "Ah, right, Uncle Sun, please take Brother Zhitian to choose a guest room and arrange the best attendants for him."
"Yes, Young Master."
Yin Qianzhen watched Yin Fu leave without looking back, and he seemed indifferent to her. She suddenly felt at a loss. "You... I... he..."
Then she stomped her foot, upset, and left.
Ming Zhitian was bewildered and followed Uncle Sun's arrangements to settle in and wash up.
Then, eight beautiful maids came in to attend to him. Ming Zhitian shooed them out, awkwardly but with a smile. "Uh... I can do it myself... I can do it myself, thank you."
After washing up, the eight maids were in a dilemma but still insisted on dressing Ming Zhitian. Ming Zhitian didn't make things difficult for them; they were just doing their jobs, and there was no need to trouble fellow workers.
Ming Zhitian looked at the beautifully landscaped and luxuriously decorated Yin family residence and couldn't help but sigh, "A family of alchemists is indeed different. Their bearing is extraordinary, and their hospitality is excellent. I truly wish I could linger here."
This remark was overheard by Yin Qianzhen, who had come to investigate the "enemy situation." She immediately felt that Ming Zhitian was naive and inexperienced:
"Hey, I say, you..."
Ming Zhitian turned around, looked left and right, confirmed she was calling him, and then looked at Yin Qianzhen. "Who?"
Yin Qianzhen clearly didn't like Ming Zhitian. "It's you, stop pretending.
Then she waved her sleeve, dismissing the eight maids. "Now that it's just you and me, speak. What is your purpose for coming here?"
Ming Zhitian shrugged. "Miss Qianzhen, do you... misunderstand me? We can talk calmly and reasonably."
Yin Qianzhen seemed impatient. "Alright, let's get straight to the point, no more beating around the bush. You want elixirs, right? Fine, I have ten bottles of Grade Ten elixirs and two bottles of Grade Hundred elixirs. Take them, they're yours."
As she spoke, she took them out and offered them to Ming Zhitian, her disdainful gaze shining, which stunned Ming Zhitian.
After confirming the quality of the elixirs, Ming Zhitian felt a sense of admiration. He couldn't help but praise, "The family of alchemists is indeed magnificent. Their gifts are Grade Ten and Grade Hundred elixirs right from the start. It seems I've come to the right place."
Ming Zhitian was merely expressing his genuine feelings. However, in Yin Qianzhen's eyes, Ming Zhitian had revealed his true nature, and she had caught him red-handed.
She then snorted coldly. "Take the things and get lost."
Unexpectedly, Ming Zhitian withdrew his hand. "What did I take?"
Yin Qianzhen's anger flared instead of her surprise. "Ha? Not enough? Fine, I'll add ten more bottles of Grade Ten elixirs for you. Take the things and get lost, and never set foot in our Yin family again."
Ming Zhitian wanted to cry but had no voice. He could only endure it silently. "That's not what I meant, no, why do you have such a prejudice against me? What did I do wrong?"
Yin Qianzhen didn't want to waste words with him. "None of you are good people, you're all the same. Don't think I don't know you've got your eye on our family, and you'll only want more. But I, Yin Qianzhen, never imagined that with such a respectable appearance, your ambition would be so great! How many more elixirs do you want? Tell me directly. I still have some say in this family."
Ming Zhitian finally understood. She regarded him as a scoundrel. Instead of getting angry, he laughed. "Heh heh, Miss, you've truly misunderstood me..."