Seeing Zhu Xiuxiu doubting his prized possession, Ji Youran couldnât bear it any longer. He was a man who hated to lose face, but his luck was consistently abysmal, meaning nothing he attempted ever succeeded until the very last moment. Huo XingâErâs father once said that Ji Youran was born lacking nine lives; whatever he desired, he couldnât achieve it without the effort of nine oxen and two tigers. Thus, precious treasures were always beyond his grasp, which only fueled his obsession with maintaining his image.
"See for yourself! Iâll go get it right now."
With his chin held high and hands on his hips, Ji Youran snorted, then turned and went into the house, emerging with a medicine box.
He opened the medicine box and took out a specially made container. Opening that, he revealed a ginseng as large as a radish, still crowned with a tuft of green leaves, to everyone present.
"Look... just look! This is my good luck, such a massive ginseng. It qualifies as a King Ginseng, wouldnât you say? Who among you can boast of luck like mine?"
A smug grin spread across Ji Youranâs face. He held his head high, his chin jutting out, and cast a provocative gaze towards Zhu Xiuxiu. His meaning was unmistakable.
A radish-sized ginseng, really? Good heavens, it must be thousands of years old, mustnât it? And he... Ji Youran, actually has such incredible luck!
Zhu Xiuxiu was utterly stunned.
Seeing the astonished expression on Zhu Xiuxiuâs face, Ji Youran felt immensely pleased.
"Third Sister-in-law, I wasnât bluffing, was I? Alright, my precious treasure, I must put you away safely. From now on, you will be the signature treasure of my Medicine King Residence."
Ji Youran was overjoyed.
However...
Madam Ji snatched the ginseng from Ji Youranâs hand. "Stop putting it away! Suisui isnât well. This ginseng of yours is perfect for your Eldest Sister-in-law to stew into a soup to nourish her!"
"Mother! Surely youâre joking with me?"
Ji Youran dug a finger in his ear.
Did I hear that wrong? No! Mother must have misspoken. How could I possibly mishear?
The image-conscious Ji Youran absolutely refused to admit there was anything wrong with his hearing.
"Second Brother," Ji Youyuan drawled as he emerged from the house, a faint smile playing on his lips, "look at Motherâs expression. Does she look like sheâs joking?"
Seeing his elder brotherâs smile, Ji Youran couldnât help but feel puzzled. "Big Brother! Why do I get the feeling youâre gloating over my misfortune?"
Ji Youyuanâs eyelids drooped; he didnât even glance at him. Instead, he said to Wang Dongxue, who was behind him, "Go see if Suisui is awake. Itâs time for her studies."
Wang Dongxue murmured her assent and headed to Suisuiâs room. For some reason, she walked with a peculiar gait, her hand subconsciously rubbing her lower back.
Inside Suisuiâs room, the little girl was sound asleepâor so it appeared to Wang Dongxue. In reality, Xiaosuisui was currently in the Dream Realm, conversing with Ah Ling.
"Last time, you said I needed someone to guide me into the practice. Were you referring to my Second Aunt?"
Ah Ling floated in mid-air. Her chubby little face was wreathed in smiles, her eyes curving like crescent moons, making her look just like a miniature Buddha.
"Master, let nature take its course!"
Ah Ling clammed up.
Bloody hell! You werenât just guided into the practice by your Second Aunt! Damn it, if you two read that Celestial Observation Skill a few more times, your Celestial Eye will open! Others might take three to five years, or even a lifetime, to open their Celestial Eye, and many never succeed at all. And thatâs not all; whatâs even more terrifying is that while your Second Aunt is teaching you the Celestial Observation Technique, your Eldest Uncle is also plotting for you to inherit his legacy. And your quiet Fourth Uncleâyouâve already learned his unique skill! The shadow of that experience likely still looms large in his heart!