"An antidote, isn’t it?"
He had known that Sui Zimo would definitely come to him for the antidote.
This was the best opportunity. If he missed this chance, Sui Zimo knew that he would not easily give out an antidote.
But even so, what of it? All he could offer Sui Zimo was an antidote that delayed the onset of the poison. The real antidote... was something Sui Zimo would never be able to obtain.
"In that case, this son shall quietly await the Emperor’s message," Ya Molian replied indifferently, without any sign of urgency.
However, after his words had long fallen, the Emperor still hadn’t seen him make a move to leave, prompting him to ask.
"Why haven’t you left yet?"
"Father Emperor, I just remembered that the female physician needs to prepare some things. Do you think, since I’m taking so many people to White Blind Mountain, we should also prepare some things?"
Ya Molian looked at the Emperor and asked with a light, floating voice.
"Whatever you need to prepare, just go and prepare it. Do you really need to report such trivial matters to me?" The Emperor said with a trace of impatience on his face.
"Reporting to Father Emperor is indeed unnecessary, but..."
Ya Molian’s thin lips curled slightly as he gazed quietly at the Emperor.
"Father Emperor, I have only recently returned to Shaohua City, and Prince Mo’s Mansion needs people to look after it. I honestly haven’t the extra financial resources to prepare those things. Father Emperor, perhaps you might support your son a little? After all, I’m going to White Blind Mountain to save Prince Lin.
Otherwise, do you think I should go and ask Mother Empress for support?"
This son of his was not only a curse on his father, but also a vampire!
How dare he so openly ask him for money, as if he wasn’t aware of how much wealth he had in the Liang Kingdom, and still have the audacity to come asking him for it!
"Whatever your mansion needs, go and ask the Ministry of Revenue for it. Just say it’s by my imperial order."
He could only reply after taking a deep breath.
How could he not hope that Sui Zimo would be able to rescue Lin’er? He supposed he could part with some silver—it wasn’t that important to him.
"In that case, this son thanks Father Emperor and shall take his leave," Ya Molian said, finally turning around, satisfied as he left the imperial study and, upon exiting the palace, went straight to the Ministry of Revenue.
In a separate courtyard, Lin Caisang had already moved the items she had taken from the national treasury into her Golden Bead Space.
"Brother Molian, you have no idea. When Suyang saw me picking out items, his eyeballs nearly fell to the ground! His lips were trembling and he kept touching his own neck, afraid that if the Emperor knew I took so many things without him stopping me, he would twist off his head and kick it around like a ball!"
While eating the meal personally cooked by Ya Molian, Lin Caisang chattered nonstop.
Ya Molian smiled and lifted his hand to gently pat her head, expressing his doting affection.
"By the way, what about you? Why didn’t I see you at the national treasury?" Lin Caisang asked.
"Someone like me cannot enter the national treasury," Ya Molian said.
Since the Emperor’s ascension, no more than three people had ever been allowed to enter the treasury to personally select their rewards, and his Sang’er was one of them.
"Besides, the Minister of Revenue will surely regard this prince with new respect, and the Emperor will be informed in due time."
He wondered, though, whether the Emperor would spit blood with rage when he found out? He had never been polite with the Minister of Revenue and certainly wouldn’t start being courteous towards his father, who had never really taken him seriously.