Feng Jin was also surprised. Both princes, Chu Yanxi would always be generous when he tried to win over officials, treating money as dirt. In contrast, Chu Chenyi couldn't even produce this little money; it was truly pathetic.
"Then let's start with an IOU," Feng Jin took the brush and paper to write an IOU, even explicitly stating the interest.
She was not the type to suffer losses; the interest had to be made clear.
"If you agree, sign and stamp it. If you want to pay in installments, I can reduce the interest slightly."
Feng Jin laid out several options for Chu Chenyi, and it was up to him to choose.
Chu Chenyi glanced at the IOU, his lips twitching twice. There was even two percent interest.
"Why don't you go rob a bank? Two percent interest, you're still charging interest!" Chu Chenyi shouted angrily. Was two percent so crazy for money?
"It is two percent. If you don't want to pay interest, then give me the money!"
Feng Jin was speechless. She was generously treating him without charging for her consultation; she couldn't possibly cover the cost of the medicine herself. Did he really think she was a fool?
"If you don't have money, that's fine. I'll go ask your father. If the son owes money and the father doesn't pay, this is how your royal family is."
Feng Jin was certain that Chu Chenyi would not dare to escalate the matter, especially not to Emperor Xuanwen.
"I'll sign!" Chu Chenyi said resignedly, taking the brush and signing and stamping the IOU.
This was the first time in his life he had ever signed an IOU. From today onwards, he would be a man burdened with debt; treating an illness was truly difficult.
Feng Jin looked at the IOU with satisfaction. "Your Highness Prince Jing, you must be frugal from now on and repay the debt as soon as possible. I will come to your door to collect the debt on the first and fifteenth of every month. Your Highness Prince Jing, please bear with me.
"Oh, and seeing how pathetic you are, I'll give you a fifty percent discount on the subsequent rehabilitation treatment. You can choose for yourself whether you need me to help you with your rehabilitation; I won't force you. Your Highness Prince Jing, rest well. Remember that getting angry will not be beneficial for your recovery. I'll be leaving now."
Feng Jin smiled charmingly and triumphantly, taking the IOU and leaving directly.
Lin Yuwei immediately felt that the atmosphere around Chu Chenyi was somewhat strange, and she quickly said, "I'll see her out."
After speaking, she hurried to catch up with Feng Jin.
"Sister Feng Jin, are you really going to ask Prince Jing for money?" Lin Yuwei asked tentatively, as this was not a small sum. With Chu Chenyi's meager salary, it would take an eternity to repay.
"Of course. It's already generous of me not to charge for the consultation. Aren't all those medicinal ingredients worth a fortune? I'm even losing money here."
What Feng Jin said was not an exaggeration. The bottle of Tiger Bone Marrow Replenishing Powder alone was a priceless treasure, its value far beyond mere money.
"But don't worry, I always distinguish between public and private matters and am very fair. I will absolutely not charge you for the money Chu Chenyi owes. Don't be foolish enough to use your dowry to subsidize Chu Chenyi. Remember, men's mouths are deceitful. If men could be relied upon, pigs could climb trees. Women only truly secure themselves by keeping money in their own hands."
Feng Jin imparted her secrets to Lin Yuwei, which were gained from years of experience.
Lin Yuwei was instantly completely indoctrinated. "I've got it, Sister. I will definitely keep the money firmly in my own hands."
"My wife speaks so earnestly!" Ling Mohan entered the room just as he heard Feng Jin's lengthy lecture, and his heart sank.
"You... why are you here?"
Feng Jin's expression froze. Seeing Ling Mohan, her face showed a range of exquisite emotions.
"To take you home." Kuaishuge.
Ling Mohan said in a deep voice, pulling Feng Jin to his side. He then said to Lin Yuwei, "We're leaving now. You take care of Prince Jing."
After speaking, he directly dragged Feng Jin away.
He shoved her into the carriage, and Ling Mohan then walked beside Feng Jin, his voice dark as he instructed Lu Shi outside, "Lu Shi, return to the manor."
As soon as the words fell, the carriage slowly moved forward.
Feng Jin felt the atmosphere in the carriage was strange, so she turned her head and looked out of the carriage.
As soon as the carriage stopped at the entrance of the Ling Manor, Feng Jin bolted out.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best. This place was indeed not suitable for staying long.
Feng Jin rushed straight back to her room and quickly told Cai Qing to lock the door tightly.
"Young... Young Madam... if the Young General comes, should I open the door?"
She couldn't afford to offend either of them and didn't know who to listen to.
"Of course, you can't open it," Feng Jin said directly. If Ling Mohan got in, he would surely make trouble for her.
"Later, when no one is around, sneak some food to me."
Feng Jin didn't want to go out again and preferred to lie low for a while.
"But, Young Madam... I..."
"Good Cai Qing, I knew you were the most capable." Feng Jin began to use her persuasive skills, directly coaxing Cai Qing out.
Then, she lay down on the soft bed. She found that sleeping alone was more comfortable; at least she didn't have to fight for the covers every day.
As soon as she lay on the bed, Feng Jin fell into a deep sleep.
While she was sleeping soundly, she felt someone constantly stirring beside her.
Feng Jin had a peculiar attachment to her bed. Feeling that someone else had invaded her territory, she instinctively kicked out. Then she heard a loud noise, followed by a familiar cry of surprise.
The sleeping Feng Jin was instantly woken up. She forced herself to sit up and looked towards the sound.
She saw Ling Mohan slumped on the ground, his face ashen.
"Why are you here?" Feng Jin exclaimed in shock. How could he be here? The doors and windows were all tightly locked. How did Ling Mohan get in?
The man's face was extremely grim. As he moved slightly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, all thanks to Feng Jin's work. That kick had been delivered with full force, as if she wanted to kick him to death.
Supporting himself with his arms on the floor, Ling Mohan stood up and sat on a nearby chair, holding his injured waist.
"You still haven't told me how you got in?" Feng Jin continued to press.
The man pointed a finger towards the door and said lightly, "I came in through the door."
Feng Jin followed his gaze and saw that the lock, which should have been on the door, was now shattered and scattered on the floor.
"You dismantled the lock?"
Ling Mohan nodded truthfully. He still had the courage to admit what he had done.
Feng Jin's lips twitched. So he was indeed not as simple as he seemed. His skill in picking locks was also perfectly honed. She had underestimated him before.