Chapter 1275 - 1084, The Style is a Bit Off
Daohua was particularly delighted to have obtained a Jingmiao Grass Seed. In ancient times, security was far from reliable, especially for families like theirs, where power struggles were unavoidable. One misstep could lead to becoming entangled in an assassination plot.
With Jingmiao Grass, she could produce the Eight Meridian Pill. By then, her son and daughter would be able to cultivate their inner strength.
Once they had the skills to protect themselves, she wouldn’t have to worry as much when the children went out.
Seeing Daohua’s brows and eyes curved with joy, Xiao Yeyang couldn’t help but ask, "Can you grow it successfully this time?"
Compared to her ambiguous answer to Chu Lang before, Daohua was brimming with confidence this time: "Of course! I’ve got experience now, so I definitely have to succeed."
Upon hearing her reply, Xiao Yeyang’s anticipation also grew. After using the Eight Meridian Pill to unlock the meridians, cultivating inner strength would be twice as effective. He hoped their children would acquire skills that allowed them to protect themselves.
Daohua carefully placed the seed into her pouch (which was actually a space), before turning to Xiao Yeyang and mentioning their return to Xiliang: "We’ve been away for so long. Master must be worried."
Xiao Yeyang smiled and said, "Don’t worry. I’ve already sent a Carrier Pigeon Message back, letting Uncle know we’ll be staying in Beijing for a while longer."
Daohua felt reassured. After returning to the Prince Residence, the three little ones eagerly went to find Ping Prince.
That evening, as the family was dining together, Defu came to report: "The Emperor has just summoned the Fourth Prince, along with the Seventh, Eighth, Ninth, and Tenth Princes, into the palace."
"According to news from the palace, the Emperor has ordered the princes to go to Qianqing Palace every day from now on to review memorials alongside the Sixth Prince."
Ping Prince quickly glanced at Xiao Yeyang, noting his son’s silence and the hint of gravity in his expression. Uncertain, he asked, "Has your royal uncle’s health really taken a turn for the worse?"