After selling a pile of junk—rusted longswords, iron rods, forks, and damaged white, green, and blue armor sets—Qin Yu earned 800,000 gold coins.

"Mr. Qin Yu, care to buy something? I’ve got a fresh batch of herbs for potion-making."

The merchant winced inwardly. *If it weren’t to get on good terms with this alchemist, I’d never have bought so much worthless scrap.* Now he had to sell herbs to Qin Yu to recoup losses. Surely the alchemist would happily buy them all.

"Herbs? How many?"

"About 100,000 plants. Buy them all, and I’ll sell at 5 gold coins each—below market price."

Note: Within Fate Paradise, gold coins are the sole widely accepted currency.

100,000 herbs = 500,000 gold coins.

Normal selling price: 6 gold coins per plant.

Their purchase price: only 2.

Qin Yu smirked at the merchants’ cunning. Drop the price by one coin? He wasn’t falling for it.

"Not interested right now."

"Ah… this…"

The merchant felt internally wounded. He’d spent 800,000 gold—wasn’t a little profit morally fair?

Refusing to give up, he kept pushing, gradually lowering the price to 3 gold coins.

*Time to wrap this up.*

"Fine. I’ll take all of them."

…

The merchant finally exhaled. Better a small profit than none—and goodwill from an alchemist? Worth it.

"Oh, by the way," Qin Yu added casually, "if I refine these into potions, you’ll buy those too, right?"

"Naturally! I’ll take as many as you—"

The merchant froze. A cold chill crept up his spine. The word *danger* seemed to hover above his head.

After spending 300,000 gold coins, Qin Yu parted ways with the merchant.

Luna waited outside; Silver Crimson Snow had long retreated to rest.

"Let’s go."

Luna followed, face shadowed with resentment. Truthfully, she wanted to snap him in half—but the restriction bound her utterly.

"Luna," Qin Yu said gently, "you’ve been Moon Deity too long. You’ve forgotten how ordinary beings survive."

*If you can’t leave him, learn to love him…*

"Hmph. In your dreams."

(The "him" meant life—but Luna heard *Qin Yu*.)

Inside the carriage reserved for them lay the Bloodwood Coffin. Silver Crimson Snow rested within.

Knock, knock, knock…

Qin Yu tapped the coffin.

"Hey, you there?"

"Not here…"

She’d just dozed off and wanted no disturbance.

Qin Yu sat beside the coffin. Luna plopped herself right on top.

"Hey! Servant’s servant—don’t push your luck!"

"Can’t I sit for a second?"

A killing intent surged through the caravan. The merchant shuddered. Even the 5th-rank guard captain paled.

"Alright, Luna. Get down."

Qin Yu lifted her off.

"Let—me—go!"

She struggled, but the restriction held firm. Fury burned hotter.

"Servant," Silver Crimson Snow murmured without opening her eyes, "control your servant. Or I’ll discipline her myself."

"Hmph… so petty."

Luna fell silent. Arms crossed, she sat on the carriage edge, long legs swaying gently. Eyes half-closed, she savored the quiet. *This place… far kinder than the Bloodsoul Domain.*

Noticing a faint, contented smile on her lips, Qin Yu asked softly, "Better than the Bloodsoul Domain?"

Her expression hardened instantly.

"It’d be perfect… if you two weren’t here."

*Enslaved by a weaker human. Reduced to a puppet.*

"Without us," Qin Yu said calmly, "you, Moon Deity, would soon face eternal death. No one could save you."

*Better to live poorly than die well.*

"Hmph. Then I’d rather die!"

*She says that now… but her past choice spoke louder.*

"Fine. But this Slaughter God puppet of mine would go to waste. I won’t let you die until I’ve used every bit of your worth."

…

Luna said nothing. She had no choice.

Half a day later, the caravan reached the next town. Bandits had appeared en route—but the 5th-rank captain and his squad handled them cleanly. Dusk painted the sky as they entered.

Knock, knock, knock…

"My dear Little Snow, we’ve arrived."

The Bloodwood Coffin creaked open. Silver Crimson Snow emerged in a fresh red-and-white formal gown with a delicate neck ribbon—every inch a noble lady.

"Servant…"

She extended a slender hand without rising.

*Sigh.*

Qin Yu took it. He knew this ritual well. Like butler and mistress, he guided her out.

"Mm. Your professionalism is… impeccable."

*No surprise. He’d done this countless times in his past life.*

Luna watched, utterly speechless.

"Miss," Qin Yu added with a faint smile, "I sold the Bloodsoul Domain junk. 800,000 gold coins."

"Miss… our household is wealthy now."

Silver Crimson Snow gave a graceful nod. The sum meant little to her.

"May I purchase new dresses?"

"Of course. Though this town likely lacks gowns befitting your status…"

"Ugh! Are you two *ever* going to stop?!" Luna snapped, thoroughly fed up.

"Silence, servant’s servant! Must I remind you who’s master?"

"Stop!" Qin Yu stepped between them. "Harmony is precious. Later, I’ll take you both to find decent fabric."

*Two women. Constant clashes. All he could do was mediate.*