As Yan Jun reached out to grab Yu Xin, Yu Xin instinctively wanted to dodge.
But her reaction speed couldn't match Yan Jun's. After her arm was caught, Yu Xin gave up struggling.
"Senior Yan, please don't rush. Yuan'er is safe now. The reason I didn't bring him directly is that I feared the pursuers might be waiting near the Yan family, which would be dangerous. That's why I came ahead to deliver the message."
"Someone is chasing him?" Yan Jun's eyes widened even further!
"Yes, my senior brother and young master Yuan have been pursued all the way. They only managed to reach Jinling after disguising themselves as beggars."
She didn't mind her senior brother losing face, saying things in a more tragic way would only lead to greater benefits. She was a businesswoman, not a chivalrous martial artist!
What mattered wasn't face, but profit. The Yan family was powerful in Jinling, even the officials gave them some leeway. Befriending them would be beneficial and harmless to the Lishan Sword Sect.
"This is indeed the case, quickly take me to see Yuan'er!" Yan Jun clenched his fist tightly.
Yu Xin cried out in pain and pulled her arm free from Yan Jun's grasp. The spot gripped by Yan Jun throbbed with pain, likely bruised.
"My apologies!" Yan Jun immediately said upon seeing Yu Xin's pained expression. He wasn't one to stand on ceremony, so he apologized directly to Yu Xin.
"Senior Yan is also worried and flustered. Then let's go to Zhu Yun now, I'll take you to see Yuan'er," Yu Xin rubbed the spot where she had been held.
"Let's go now!"
When Yan Jun and Yu Xin arrived at Zhu Yun's shop, Yuan'er ran out.
"Grandfather!" A small figure pounced into Yan Jun's arms.
Yan Jun had seen the child as soon as he entered, but it wasn't until the child threw himself into his arms that it felt real.
He trembled as he held the child, the joy of recovering what was lost almost bringing tears to his eyes.
"Yuan'er, Yuan'er!"
He stroked his grandson's back, his excitement unbearable.
Zhu Yun had already closed the shop. The disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect were deeply moved by the reunion of the old man and the child. Some of the more sensitive female disciples were quietly wiping their eyes.
This was the second time King Chu had visited, half a month had passed since his last visit.
During these past two weeks, Zhu Yun had been supplying the palace with goods, a business deal that had brought them considerable profit.
They had sold almost all the goods they brought and had to ship in more from other cities to replenish their stock.
A shop in the capital had also been selected, and Lin Yan had decisively purchased it. It was currently nearing completion of its renovation.
Lin Yan had also sent a message via carrier pigeon to her sect, urging them to quickly send experienced personnel. The group arriving would include not only shop staff but also workshop personnel.
Lishan was too far from the capital, and transportation was too slow. It would be better to move the workshop here. The revenue from just the capital city would be enough to cover the expenses for everyone in Lishan.
After all, this was the imperial capital, where officials and nobles lacked for nothing!
When Zhu Yun's products were procured by the palace, they attracted the attention of many nobles. With King Chu's backing, no one dared to interfere, but the demand to purchase them increased.
After all, who wouldn't want their skin to be fairer and more supple, especially those women vying for favor in their husbands' harems.
Zhu Yun's products completely outshone all the current rouge and powders. Moreover, many of the current skincare recipes were family heirlooms, meant to be included in dowries.
But Zhu Yun was different. It revealed all its skincare techniques, whether for whitening, fading spots, or reducing wrinkles, with no reservations, of course, these had to be used in conjunction with Zhu Yun's products.
Especially since Zhu Yun's sales assistants were all skilled in their own right, performing acupressure massage and lifting techniques. Every time someone left Zhu Yun, they felt years younger.
Consequently, Zhu Yun's shops gained increasing prominence in the hearts of many ladies.
However, the shops had not yet opened in the capital. If the shops here opened, with the background of palace procurement, they would likely become even more popular.
King Chu's visit this time was primarily to seek medical treatment. The tonic pills that Lin Yan had given him, after being tested by others and confirmed to be problem-free, he began to take.
After only a few days, he felt his body significantly lighter. The imperial physicians, after taking his pulse, also confirmed his feelings.
Since Lin Yan mentioned it was a tonic, he had the imperial physicians examine it, receiving their astonished praise. Later, another bottle of the medicine was directly given to his imperial brother.
After all, his imperial brother toiled day and night and appeared more than ten years older than his age.
His medication was now nearly finished, and having heard that Lin Yan's new medicine had been prepared, he came directly.
Besides seeking medical treatment, he was also here to arrange a meeting for Lin Yan, not with him, but with his imperial brother.
The items Lin Yan had asked them to investigate had been obtained, and it had to be said that his imperial brother was extremely tempted upon seeing the information.
"Yan'er, I heard my medicine has been prepared."
King Chu, Qin Cong, treated the place as his own. After entering Lin Yan's pharmacy, he found a place to sit down.
"That's right. Brother Qin, this trip is probably not just for picking up medicine, is it?"
Lin Yan walked over to him and took his wrist, then felt his pulse.
"Yan'er's guess is correct, but fetching the medicine is the primary matter."
After all, nothing was more important than his health. Cooperation could wait. His imperial brother would understand, and it was also his imperial brother's wish.
He was now twenty-four years old, and according to all the physicians who had treated him before, he only had six years left to live.
"Better than I expected," Lin Yan released Qin Cong's wrist. "It seems Brother Qin's resistance to the medicine is not yet too strong."
After retracting her hand, Lin Yan stood up and prepared to fetch the medicine from the medicine cabinet.
"Are there any more of the previous tonic pills available? I can pay for them," Qin Cong stopped Lin Yan, who was about to fetch the medicine.
"That tonic pill is too weak for you, and you should still have a bottle. Why do you want another one?" Lin Yan asked, somewhat confused.
"It's not for me. The imperial physicians said the medicine is mild and has excellent tonic effects, so I gave a bottle to my imperial brother."
He didn't hide the fact that he had arranged for the medicine to be tested. He believed Lin Yan would understand his actions, and indeed, Lin Yan didn't seem angry after hearing this.
"So?"
"So I wanted to get a few more bottles. Not just for my imperial brother, but also for my imperial mother."
Qin Cong spoke without pretense, but his heart was truly sincere. His imperial brother and imperial mother also needed this medicine.
If they could obtain the medicine and have them take it continuously, then his imperial brother's and imperial mother's health would surely improve.