Right now, those trees had been tormented by Qiuqiu so much that they were at their last gasps. They probably had to rest properly for a period of time.
On the contrary, Qiuqiu had become even more spirited these past two days.
Those unfortunate winter fruit trees had been ruthlessly milked dry.
A single 12 cubic meters ebony blue storage talisman really couldn't hold all that winter fruit.
Therefore, she had to fill four ebony talismans to the brim before being able to clear up the accumulated mass of winter fruit.
Upon receiving such a large winter fruit stockpile, the crown prince was extremely surprised, and he lavished praises on his Qiaoqiao while hugging her.
This time, the Ministry of Revenue's Song Yuan was going to be elated. Sir Song, who had originally been bewailing his poverty to him every day, had already started to "defame" his dad, egging him into directing his attention to the harem and cutting its spending.
