Mingming's eyes lit up: "Why didn't I think of that? A dagger is much smaller than a sword, and surely much cheaper too!"
"Father already has a sword, so a dagger is a better choice!"
He tiptoed and kissed Liu Mianmian on the cheek: "Thank you, Aunt! I'll go count my money now!"
He left cheerfully, completely forgetting about the bottle of golden sore medicine.
Liu Mianmian picked up the small white porcelain bottle and brought it close to her nose to sniff.
Previously, when Su Luo had shielded her from an arrow, she was wounded, and the Imperial Physician used quite a lot of golden sore medicine on her.
The scent of this bottle was quite similar to that one, suggesting it was top-quality medicine. The bottle was full—perhaps it had not been needed yet, or perhaps one had been reluctant to use such fine medicine casually.
Liu Mianmian handed the golden sore medicine to Luliu: "Keep it safe. Perhaps it'll come in handy someday!"
