One song ended.
Mu Wushuang stopped her hands' movements. Her tender-hearted eyes gazed at that man, who was focused on her, with lowered brows and a light smile, "Crown Prince Your Highness, are you aware of Long Yuan Kingdom's recent incident?"
"Are you referring to the Spirit-gathering Medicinal Liquid?"
Gao Ling was well aware of the meaning behind Mu Wushuang's words. "This Spirit-gathering Medicinal Liquid is indeed very miraculous, and on top of Medical Pavilion's authentication, it won't go wrong. If Wushuang likes it, this Crown Prince will buy it for you, how is that?"
