In the inn closest to the Governor’s Office in Ningmen Prefecture City, Wei Qi carefully examined the information gathered by his subordinates.
The method Yan Family’s eldest daughter used to cultivate Jingmiao Grass was indeed as the old master said, the soil from the mountains and the ice blocks used for cooling were all procured by the servants of the manor, done as casually as could be.
After reading this, Wei Qi really became unsettled, "Could it be that Jingmiao Grass is actually this easy to plant?"
Unable to discover anything special, Wei Qi headed back to Taohua Village and began visiting Taohua Temple daily. No matter what, unless he saw the Jingmiao Grass sprout with his own eyes, he would find it hard to believe.
Gu Jian was also closely monitoring the Jingmiao Grass. In the first few days, he couldn’t help but sigh while looking at the motionless porcelain pots, until Grandma Gu scolded him and only then did he break the habit.
Half a month passed, and when the Jingmiao Grass Seeds showed no signs of germination, Wei Qi became somewhat impatient. His duty was to ensure the Emperor’s safety, and although the Emperor would assign him some important tasks, he would always handle them quickly, find someone to take over, and immediately return to the Emperor’s side.
"Old master, do you think we can grow Jingmiao Grass?"
Gu Jian was not sure either and shook his head.
Wei Qi, "Could Yan Family’s eldest daughter have omitted something?"
Gu Jian immediately negated, "No, I’ve asked that girl repeatedly. She has no reason to lie to me. If she knew I could get Jingmiao Grass Seeds, she’d probably be happier than anyone."
Wei Qi, "But we’ve planted the seeds for quite some time now, why is there no sign of any activity?"
Gu Jian shook his head, "I don’t know either." He sighed, "Maybe that girl can grow Jingmiao Grass just by fluke."
Wei Qi was silent for a while, "What if we ask Yan Family’s eldest daughter to come take a look?"
Gu Jian did not object but offered a reminder, "That girl is very eager to learn Qinggong. If she comes and we actually grow Jingmiao Grass and make the Eight Meridian Pill, you’ll have to share a portion with her."
Wei Qi couldn’t make that decision and thought for a moment, "How about we wait another couple of days?"
Gu Jian, "I’m not in a hurry anyway."
...
"Ah~"
One day in late August, a sharp scream suddenly echoed through Taohua Temple.
Gu Jian and Grandma Gu were startled by the noise.
"What’s happened?"
Gu Jian walked out of the house, looked toward the source of the sound, and saw Dongli, full of excitement, pointing at the window of the pharmacy.
"It’s... it’s... sprouted!"
Gu Jian’s expression changed, and he rushed into the pharmacy with great strides.
It wasn’t long before laughter came from the pharmacy, which Wei Qi, just entering the yard, managed to hear.
Wei Qi, thinking of something, took large strides into the pharmacy and saw a hint of red breaking through the soil in the porcelain pot, his eyes wide open in amazement.
The Jingmiao Grass had truly sprouted!!!
...
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was September.
Yan Residence.
"Mother, I plan to stay in Taohua Village for a few more days this time."
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