Feng Fuce escorted Bai Zhi’er back to Ruizhu Palace, then went to the Imperial Study Room to report.
After bathing, Bai Zhi’er was rosy and exuded a milky fragrance.
She asked Qingmei to find a Palace Attendant to plant all those Wuxiang Pearls in pots.
Wuxiang Pearls need to live in summers with snow.
Now it’s winter, and there’s no snow. Bai Zhi’er feared that these medicinal herbs wouldn’t last long.
Hmm, better hurry to get Uncle Imperial Doctor to grind them into powder, so they can be used in prescriptions.
Feeling bored, Bai Zhi’er turned her back to the door, rested her small hand on her cheek, and leaned against the windowsill.
Her chubby right hand waved gently, and the pot of Wuxiang Pearls in front of her moved without wind.
As if dancing, they swayed gently.
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes slightly focused, dark pupils swirling.
The pot of medicinal herbs grew brighter in color.
Just then, a call came from behind her—
Bai Xilie, wearing a Vermilion Purple Dragon Robe, strode inside from outside.
With thick eyebrows and bright eyes, he tightly locked his gaze on his daughter’s small figure.
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er immediately turned around, jumped off the stool, and ran to Bai Xilie with a pitter-patter.
"Daddy!" She threw herself into her father’s arms.
The little one joyfully shared, "The prescription Zhi’er came up with has been tested on Third Uncle, in a few days, he’ll definitely recover! Daddy, people are saved!"
Bai Xilie had already heard all this from Feng Fuce’s mouth.
He gratefully hugged his daughter, but the first thing he said was, "Daddy heard you went to set up a stall today to help Yaoyu sell things. It must have been hard on our Zhi’er."
He seemed unconcerned about his brother’s fate.
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly, revealing a set of little white teeth.
"Setting up a stall was so much fun, not hard at all, I met lots of friends!"
She told Bai Xilie about the tea house shopkeeper who helped her, and the kind-hearted grandfather who comforted her.
Bai Xilie furrowed his brows and smiled lightly, "Meeting Zhi’er is their fortune. However, since Zhi’er has spoken, Daddy must make your blessings come true!"
He immediately summoned Eunuch Quan Xi.
Bai Xilie rewarded the tea house shopkeeper with a chest of gold and sent people to find the old man’s home to deliver five chests of medicinal herbs.
Even though the national treasury was in dire straits, Bai Xilie opened his private treasury to ensure that those who helped his daughter received blessings and rewards.
He wanted to be his daughter’s backbone, to support his child!
Bai Zhi’er clapped her little hands, "Daddy is the best!"
Bai Xilie’s happiest moment was watching his daughter smile carefree and joyfully.
He picked up the little one, "Just now, Zhi’er mentioned a prescription, and since it worked, that’s a good thing. But Daddy is curious, where did you get this recipe from?"
"It’s written in the Heavenly Book," Bai Zhi’er replied, blinking her purely innocent watery eyes.
Bai Xilie hesitated, "This book, it’s quite formidable, even containing a prescription for treating smallpox."
Bai Zhi’er nodded obediently, "The book has everything, not just smallpox, but also remedies for some difficult diseases."
After saying this, the little one covered her mouth, "But mommy said, the secrets of heaven must not be divulged. I just need to learn it myself."
Bai Xilie saw the mischievous gleam in his daughter’s lively dark eyes.
He chuckled lightly a couple of times.
Since Jing Jia showed it to her, it must be some spiritual pill and magical method.
If it gets publicized, it might be perilous for his wife and daughter.
Bai Xilie pondered slightly and then said, "Zhi’er, how about Daddy makes a pact with you? If anyone asks where you got the prescription from, you say..."
Before he could finish speaking, Bai Zhi’er immediately continued, "I’ll say I dreamed about it!"