082 Medicinal Cuisine Without the Scent of Medicine

Xie Yihuang paused for a moment before continuing, “Actually, all of this is manageable. It just takes time, but the rest is quite simple.”

“A-Yi, are you sure this is simple?” Grandma Qi’s heart ached for her granddaughter. When her little granddaughter first said she would come to take care of the old man at home, Grandma Qi had thought she was joking. She never imagined she really meant it.

Yet, more than anything, Grandma Qi was deeply moved. She knew she hadn’t doted on this granddaughter in vain all these years.

Xie Yihuang could tell at a glance.

Standing upright at the podium, Chang Tianmo’s gaze never once landed on Chang Guanyan, yet for some reason, Chang Guanyan’s grip on Xiu Qiqi’s hand tightened.

Everyone was busy counting their luck at having survived, but no one noticed that the man they revered as a god fixed his cold gaze to the east. His eyes, dark and hollow like pools of blood, brimmed with killing intent, each surge of malice betraying his stormy mood.

I’m not the general’s son at all! Xu Lingyang was overwhelmed with grief, sobbing uncontrollably, “Brother, I’m not Father’s real child—I was adopted from outside.” He clung to Ning Fei’s waist, unable to catch his breath through his tears.

“That’s all there is to it.” An Xinran nodded, her cheeks flushing as she spoke.

Such blatant distortion of facts was almost laughable. Yet Chang Guanyan was unmoved, merely glancing at Xiu Qiqi with eyes full of indulgence. Chang Guanyue loathed that look in his eyes, finding it a blatant display. In truth, what was there to flaunt? It was simply disgusting.

The man in the white hat answered vaguely but still let slip a few other details.

“Prince Jiujiu, it wasn’t my fault—it was all done by the late Lady Yu.” Song Ze, terrified, quickly shifted the blame, desperate not to be remembered by Zhao Xi.

Not only could he not answer, he was utterly clueless—he had never even considered why Qiao Chu enjoyed acting.

After Ye Qingcheng left the room, her heart was in turmoil. She took a deep breath and looked at the adjacent room. It was only a few steps away, yet it was a distance she could never cross in her lifetime.

There were photos taken from every angle. Ma Liang flipped through them one by one, his brows slowly knitting together.

Dejected, he returned to the kitchen, picked up his water buckets, and left without a word. Following Huixiang’s directions from the previous night, he turned right out the door, the snow crunching up to his ankles as he looked around for a river. Huixiang had said the well was right beside the riverbank.

Inside the grand hall, a blinding light erupted, growing ever more intense until it forced everyone to shut their eyes.

Looking out over Mount Qingqiu, the disciples had planted sturdy pines and cypresses everywhere. When the mountain wind rose, it sent waves of sound through the forest. Drawn by the workings of the Dao, Zhou Cheng was lost in thought, as if a thousand years passed in an instant.

The elder surnamed Han snorted coldly, too weary to argue. Meanwhile, Murong Haoyue, glowing with good spirits, clasped his hands in greeting and then beckoned his disciples to enter the secret realm.

Gong Jiesheng reclined on the spacious leather sofa, his face tilted upward, eyes half-closed as he pondered the chaotic situation. How should he respond? What steps should he take next? Under pressure these last two days, he had managed to stabilize his position, refraining from any rash actions. For now, both sides remained calm.

But none of that really mattered. What mattered was that these two brothers had fallen into the hands of the people from Liaodong, and now they’d been brought here to see him. What was their true purpose?

This mine, astonishingly, contained a sizable spatial spirit stone vein—a rarity in the remote Chaos Starfield. Now, by chance, Ah Huang and Ah Jin had stumbled upon it and couldn’t help but marvel. Ah Huang even recalled that ancient, long-range underground teleportation array back in the homeland on Earth, which had always lacked spatial spirit stones.