Seeing Zhu Xiuxiu doubting his prized possession, Ji Youran couldn’t bear it any longer. He was a man who hated to lose face, but his luck was consistently abysmal, aning nothing he attempted ever succeeded until the very last mont. Huo Xing’Er’s father once said that Ji Youran was born lacking nine lives; whatever he desired, he couldn’t 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! I’ll 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, erging with a dicine box.
He opened the dicine 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, wouldn’t you say? Who among you can boast of luck like mine?"
A smug grin spread across Ji Youran’s face. He held his head high, his chin jutting out, and cast a provocative gaze towards Zhu Xiuxiu. His aning was unmistakable.
A radish-sized ginseng, really? Good heavens, it must be thousands of years old, mustn’t it? And he... Ji Youran, actually has such incredible luck! Zhu Xiuxiu was utterly stunned.
Seeing the astonished expression on Zhu Xiuxiu’s face, Ji Youran felt imnsely pleased.
"Third Sister-in-law, I wasn’t bluffing, was I? Alright, my precious treasure, I must put you away safely. From now on, you will be the signature treasure of my dicine King Residence."
Ji Youran was overjoyed.
However...
Madam Ji snatched the ginseng from Ji Youran’s hand. "Stop putting it away! Suisui isn’t well. This ginseng of yours is perfect for your Eldest Sister-in-law to stew into a soup to nourish her!"
"Mother! Surely you’re joking with ?"
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 erged from the house, a faint smile playing on his lips, "look at Mother’s expression. Does she look like she’s joking?"
Seeing his elder brother’s smile, Ji Youran couldn’t help but feel puzzled. "Big Brother! Why do I get the feeling you’re gloating over my misfortune?"
Ji Youyuan’s eyelids drooped; he didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he said to Wang Dongxue, who was behind him, "Go see if Suisui is awake. It’s ti for her studies."
Wang Dongxue murmured her assent and headed to Suisui’s room. For so reason, she walked with a peculiar gait, her hand subconsciously rubbing her lower back.
Inside Suisui’s room, the little girl was sound asleep—or so it appeared to Wang Dongxue. In reality, Xiaosuisui was currently in the Dream Realm, conversing with Ah Ling.
"Last ti, you said I needed soone to guide 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 clamd up. Bloody hell! You weren’t just guided into the practice by your Second Aunt! Damn it, if you two read that Celestial Observation Skill a few more tis, your Celestial Eye will open! Others might take three to five years, or even a lifeti, to open their Celestial Eye, and many never succeed at all. And that’s not all; what’s 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 Uncle—you’ve already learned his unique skill! The shadow of that experience likely still looms large in his heart!
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