Chapter 10: [Consort Attack 010] Crafting Hidden Weapons

The blacksmith finally couldn't stand Nan Moyi's gaze any longer. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, not caring in the slightest that his body was being seen in its entirety.

"You are no ordinary blacksmith." Nan Moyi lifted his chin, still wearing a playful smile. "How about helping me make something?"

"Heh? As long as you pay, why ask me so many questions?" Giving Nan Moyi a bewildered look, he swung the heavy hammer in his hand once more, striking the iron plate fiercely.

Nan Moyi raised an eyebrow and took the parchment from Chang Liu's arms, tossing it to the blacksmith. The blacksmith clearly hadn't expected Nan Moyi to conduct business this way; he scrambled to catch the drawings, and his expression quickly turned annoyed.

Nan Moyi, maintaining his previous posture with his arms crossed, glanced at him sideways. "Just what is on those drawings. Can you do it?"

The blacksmith gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Nan Moyi. He wiped the grime from his hands and unfolded the drawings to take a look, his brow gradually furrowing deeply. After finishing the last page of the drawings, the blacksmith's gaze finally turned solemn, and a look of wariness appeared in his eyes as he looked at Nan Moyi.

Seeing the expected expression, Nan Moyi lazily lifted his eyelids. "I know you are not an ordinary person. I don't know you, nor do I wish to know who you are; I simply need you to make these things for me. Well? Can you do it?"

"One hundred taels."

"What?" Hearing this price, Chang Liu's jaw nearly dropped. One hundred taels! He couldn't even earn fifty taels in a lifetime of hard work, yet this man—he actually asked for one hundred taels the moment he opened his mouth?! One had to realize that an ordinary commoner's family only needed a few taels of silver a year!

Seeing the man before him demand such an exorbitant price, Nan Moyi also frowned.

Seeing Nan Moyi's hesitation, the blacksmith grew somewhat indignant. "If you are unwilling, you are free to find someone else!"

"Alright, alright, fine, I get it." Nan Moyi took a golden phoenix hairpin from his hair and handed it to him. "I spent all my silver just now. This golden phoenix hairpin is worth at least thirty or forty taels. Finish the work for me first, and I will pay you the remaining silver once it is completed."

"That won't do." The blacksmith crossed his arms, as if a sudden bout of mischief had taken hold of him. He did not take the phoenix hairpin; instead, he tucked the drawings away and looked at Nan Moyi with an amused expression.

Nan Moyi's eyes turned cold as he stared him down without backing away, an indescribable sense of pressure radiating from his entire body. "What do you want?"

The blacksmith rubbed his chin, looking Nan Moyi up and down with deep meaning. This blatant gaze caused Nan Moyi's eyes to narrow further, his delicate hands clenching tightly against his chest.

"Let's be friends. I am Xuan Yuanke." After speaking, Xuan Yuanke gave Nan Moyi a friendly smile, one that clearly signaled, "I am a very unscrupulous person."

Standing to the side, Chang Liu thought he was about to make some outrageous demand and was staring at him fiercely. Upon hearing this request, he suddenly couldn't help but gasp for air.

Hearing this request, Nan Moyi took a deep breath, pressed his slender fingers against his forehead, and actually couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A smile also played at the corners of Xuan Yuanke's mouth. Looking at Nan Moyi, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes—to possess such peerless beauty and yet hold that kind of status...? One truly cannot judge a book by its cover!

With the corners of his mouth upturned, Nan Moyi held out the phoenix hairpin again and smiled. "Nan Moyi."

[One can imagine how many handsome men will be in his future, but Moyi isn't a playboy~ the NP part is just talk, haha~~]