Hearing those last two words, Li Mingjue clenched his teeth, suppressing the rage in his heart, and did not immediately pour out the jar of wine.
Li Bo glanced at his face and thought to himself, thankfully he had not repeated all of Mo Qingshan's words.
Otherwise, the Prince would probably have died of anger.
Mo Qingshan's words were rambling, but summed up in one sentence, he believed that this medicinal wine was greatly beneficial to Li Mingjue's health.
But Li Bo clearly heard another implication, yet he dared not delve into it.
Because of the mention of virility, the jar of medicinal wine was eventually sent to Shen Xiheng by Li Mingjue.
Fearing that the servants would not handle it carefully, Li Bo personally delivered it.
When Li Bo handed the wine to Shen Xiheng, he sized him up meaningfully.
Shen Xiheng was completely unaware of this.
