Rong Jialuo was surprised with her foresight. He paused for a moment before he said frankly, "Err…I’m really curious about you…"
"You don't have to!" Gu Xijiu interrupted, "It’s just a trade between us, Your Highness. You helped me bid for this bracelet and in return, I heal your illness. When you are healed later, it'll be over and done with. Thus, you don't have to know my name."
Rong Jialuo coughed, "If you could heal my recurring illness, then you are my lifesaver. That bracelet will be worthless in comparison to repay my debt of gratitude to you, so I want…"
"A million!" Gu Xijiu suddenly spat out two words.
Rong Jialuo, "Ah?"
"If you feel sorry, pay me another million ounces of silver after I have healed your chronic illness." Gu Xijiu said indifferently while her fingers were turning the silver needle lightly, "Apart from that, I won't accept any other type of thanksgiving."
Rong Jialuo choked, "This…"
