When Ming Hui caught up with Mu Xi and Qin Liuxi, she was panting heavily, her limbs felt weak and limp, and her face, which had improved after some acupuncture treatment, started turning pale again. Wudong and the guards following behind her were so frightened that their faces turned pale, constantly urging her to slow down.
Meanwhile, she overheard Mu Xi telling Qin Liuxi, "Ten thousand taels is too little, it should be more; you should refurbish the Daoist Temple inside and out with gold. The Ming Family has plenty of silver."
Qin Liuxi: "Ten thousand taels is enough. I've opened a prescription to adjust the condition, but I can't completely cure it. Asking for more wouldn't be right."
Ming Hui's panting became louder; it was unclear if it was from anxiety or anger.
Qin Liuxi turned around upon hearing the commotion and looked at Ming Hui's breathless appearance, frowning. "Given your weak body and recent illness, who allowed you to run? Are you trying to die?"
