"I can’t be Doctor Xiao. I’m only learning how to prepare dicinal herbs and make pills from my sister. I know nothing about diagnosing illnesses. The real Doctor Xiao is my sister."
Zhao Minghua was taken aback for a mont, then quickly understood what was going on.
Chun Nuan knows how to prepare dicine and can make various pills, so she should naturally be able to diagnose illnesses.
"Brother Zhao, which of these dicines labeled as Doctor Xiao’s do you want?"
"Only children make choices; I’m an adult, so I want them all." Zhao Minghua said: "Whatever you produce in the future, I want all of it. Don’t sell them outside. Not even to Hundred Herbs Hall, as we have an agreent."
"Brother Zhao, you’re really magnanimous to sacrifice familial interests, huh?"
Hundred Herbs Hall is his family’s own business, yet he won’t allow the sale of these pills and ointnts there, which shows just how dominant and authoritative he is.
"Hundred Herbs Hall can’t sell at high prices and doesn’t make much money; it would actually disrupt the market." Zhao Minghua laughed and said: "It’s best if fewer people know about profitable things. I’m taking them to Shuzhou to sell in order to open up the market."
"Then why don’t you go to the Capital?"
Like Chun Nuan, Chun Ning also wanted to connect with the Capital indirectly through Zhao Minghua, waiting for the right ti to bring the family back to the Capital.
The Capital is their birthplace, where they grew up, and where their youthful years were spent.
The lifelong desire of the Xiao family mbers is nothing more than a family reunion.
How wonderful it would be to have support from relatives in the Northern Desert and the eldest sister in the Capital.
"This year is not favorable for going to the Capital." Zhao Minghua shared with Chun Ning what he had heard.
"Is it true?"
Although the news was quite shocking, Chun Ning’s heart was racing.
"I’m only telling you this, and it’s absolutely true, but you mustn’t tell anyone else. After all, this isn’t a trivial matter; if discovered, it could cost soone their head."
"Brother Zhao, I certainly won’t say anything; rest assured, I know what should and shouldn’t be said."
Chun Ning’s heart was surging; if what Brother Zhao said was true, then her family’s day of reunion in the Capital might not be far off. After all, the new emperor would grant a general pardon, and if maneuvered well, so ministers could find a way to have their nas included in the new emperor’s proposal, greatly increasing their chances of success.
Zhao Minghua left, and the first thing Chun Ning did upon returning ho was to tell Chun Nuan the news.
Indeed, he hadn’t told anyone else, but her sister was not others; she was a biological sister from the sa mother.
"The emperor’s physical weakness is not just a matter of the past two years."
Chun Nuan’s comnt left Chun Ning a bit surprised.
"It’s recorded in grandfather’s dical notes." Chun Nuan said: "I didn’t pay attention before, but now in hindsight, I rember all the little details. Applying what I’ve learned, it’s ti to consider them seriously."
Chun Nuan wouldn’t tell Chun Ning that it’s a blessing if the emperor can endure three more years.
The Prince’s illness also requires radical treatnt, which will take so ti. The best scenario would be that when the emperor passes away, the Prince’s health, talent, and connections have already been well arranged.
This matter, if relying solely on the Prince, would likely be difficult to accomplish; it mainly depends on the Empress.
Therefore, being an Empress genuinely requires skill and effort to strive for, rather than just being resolved with a simple decree.
In Kunning Palace, as the Empress looked at her son standing before her, tears welled up.
"Mother, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing, it’s just the wind irritating my eyes." The Empress couldn’t say how excited she was to see her son recovering his energy, but she was also worried, not knowing how long this situation would last.
"Mother, you must take care of your health and stop worrying about your son. I feel I’ve much improved, and I also want to invite Panpan to the palace."
"Sure, you can decide for yourself; just send soone to fetch Panpan." The Empress had to admit, Panpan was truly the Prince’s lucky star—whenever Panpan ca, her son’s spirits soared.
The Prince imdiately sent soone to bring Panpan to the palace.
"Big brother, big brother, I have pills for you."
As soon as Panpan entered the palace, she took out the pills and handed them to the Prince.
The servants were already used to such scenes, and the Prince accepted without hesitation.
"Panpan is so good, always sharing food with big brother, right?" "Yes, big brother, have you eaten well and taken your dicine properly?" "Yes, Panpan wants big brother to eat, so big brother eats." The Prince held the little child’s hand and walked towards the Imperial Garden: "Panpan hasn’t co to the palace for a long ti, don’t you miss big brother?" "Yes, but Panpan is waiting for Auntie’s dicine." Panpan beckoned, signaling the Prince to bend down as she wanted to whisper.
"What are you saying?"
The Prince asked curiously: "What is your aunt’s dicine?"
"It’s a very tasty pill that when eaten, makes your throat well and your singing sound like a nightingale." Panpan replied with squinted eyes and a smile: "It’s very sweet, Panpan likes it a lot."
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