The more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed. Qingye couldn't help but say, "Why don't we have Qiao Xiaomai make a batch of Floral Dew first, then openly sell it at the frontlines? What do you think, Divine Doctor Bei?"
"The ones on the Daqi side are all soldiers—they can't afford her Floral Dew."
"But isn't her man there? If we really bring out her Floral Dew, would her man not buy it?" Qingye asked.
"Well..." Bei Yun hesitated for a moment. "Now that the two armies are at war, that's really not certain."
"Then let's give it a try." Qingye said.
Bei Yun nodded. "Alright."
Anyway, the days are dull, so might as well give it a shot.
After the banquet, Bei Yun went to Qiao Xiaomai's tent and relayed Qingye's suggestion to her.
Qiao Xiaomai sneered, "Prince Qingye really knows how to play games."
