Subsequently, Prince Jing threw the items on the ground, indifferently ignoring the contents of the mesh bag.
Perhaps this fellow was angered due to the guard’s assault, opting to play with a couple of clods of earth!
Prince Jing stared at Ye Bai, his eyes unusually red with envy.
One couldn’t help but wonder where that young girl got such luck from; to ordinary people, owning such a pet would be enough to make them extremely joyful, yet that girl had gotten two at once.
Prince Jing personally squatted down, untied the bamboo tube from Ye Bai’s foot, and took out the letter inside.
He opened the letter with a smile playing on his lips, but as he read, his expression grew more solemn.
Then, he picked up the two clods of earth he had thrown away and examined them over and over until he realized that these objects only looked like clods because they were unwashed. Upon scraping off a bit of the skin, the inside was yellow.
Edible and capable of producing seven or eight thousand catties per acre, what on earth was this miraculous thing?
"Summon someone..." Prince Jing immediately called out.
"My lord." Instantly, a servant appeared before him.
Prince Jing carefully took out one of the smaller sweet potatoes and handed it to the servant, "Take this to the kitchen and have them make porridge."
Considering the method of eating Ye Jiu had mentioned on the letter, this was indeed the simplest way.
If this thing really could yield seven or eight thousand catties per acre, even if its taste was slightly inferior, it would still be sufficient to promote in Dongyue.
After all, the common people only sought to fill their stomachs and avoid starvation; whether or not it tasted good was a concern only the wealthy could afford to consider.
The servant took the sweet potato to the kitchen, but Prince Jing waited impatiently.
FInally, when the freshly cooked porridge was served, Prince Jing hastily began to taste it.
The flavor was smooth and soft, melting upon entry, and most importantly, it was very sweet.
Such a delicious food, if it also had such a high yield, then...
A light of excitement suddenly shone in Prince Jing’s eyes.
"Summon someone, prepare a horse; this prince must enter the palace." Prince Jing got up, unable to wait another moment.
"Prince, what about the leftover porridge in the kitchen..." Seeing how seriously Prince Jing had taken the porridge’s cooking, they didn’t dare handle it by themselves.
"Send the rest to the back courtyard, and oh, send some to the young masters studying in the front as well," Prince Jing said and left, not daring to delay a moment longer.
In the main courtyard, the Princess Consort looked at the porridge that was served and asked, "What is this?"
Nanny Liu explained, "Replying to the Princess Consort, the kitchen staff said this was brought over by the prince; we still temporarily do not know what it is, but both the back courtyard and a few young masters in the front courtyard have it."
The Princess Consort nodded and took a taste.
The sweet flavor was indeed quite good.
Looking up at the boy sitting beside her, the Princess Consort forced herself to show more affection, "Shishi, don’t be shy; today’s porridge is really good, why don’t you try some?"
"Thank you, Mother Consort." Qin Shi sat properly, his eyes respectfully lowered.
The child’s polite demeanor somewhat displeased the Princess Consort, "Haven’t I said before, just treat me like your own mother, there’s no need to be so formal with your mother."
"Yes, Shishi understands," Qin Shi responded.
After breakfast had ended and Qin Shi departed, Nanny Liu hesitated, "Is the Princess Consort really sure about having the third son replace the Princely Heir?"
"The second son and the fifth son were born to two different concubines, and the fourth son’s mother is still alive. Only he, his mother having died early, is the most trustworthy," the Princess Consort said, lamentably thinking that it would be more appropriate if he were a bit younger.
However, the Princess Consort no longer harbored her former ambitions; now, she only thought of how she could recognize her own child again.