Chapter 1886: Chapter 1861: Popular Science
Manbao couldn’t help but pull Changyu’s hand, wanting to explain to her that this illness’s inheritance is unrelated to when one is born; it’s about genetic inheritance, or in other words, chromosos.
She explained in quite so detail, but Changyu didn’t understand a word and still asked in her own comprehensible way, “So what you an is, the Empress’s illness only got passed to Mingda, and not to the Crown Prince and Third Brother? Isn’t it too unfair of Heaven to treat Mingda like this?”
Manbao: “… What does this have to do with Heaven? Forget it, luck does play a minor role at tis, perhaps a little, but the main reason is still genetic inheritance. I guess, though there’s no evidence for it at the mont, that it might be due to a set of X chromosos, which is why Mingda inherited this illness.”
Changyu’s eyes were glazed over; she didn’t understand.
Manbao sighed and decided not to explain further.
Forget it, explaining to her is pointless; I might as well chat with Bai Shan, at least he can understand what I’m saying.
Manbao got up, patted her backside, and was about to leave when Changyu suddenly grabbed her. When Manbao looked back, Changyu hesitated before saying, “You ntioned last ti that you would hand sothing over to Wei Yu for …”
Manbao imdiately sat back down next to her, her whole deanor becoming lively. She asked, “What do you want to give to Wei Yu?”
Changyu blushed and said, “I actually wanted to know if he has anything to give .”
Manbao: …
“Of course,” Changyu stamred, “It’s just reciprocation; I’ll give him sothing too.”
She got up, took a small pouch from a shelf, handed it to Manbao, and said blushingly, “Give this to him, and give it to him once he gives you sothing back.”
Manbao took it, looked it over repeatedly, and was surprised, “Your needlework is this good?”
Way better than hers.
Changyu glanced at her, “Are you complinting or mocking ?”
Manbao: “Would soone as sincere as I mock others?”
Well, she might sotis, but Changyu could see her sincerity, and she was pleased, “Do you think I did well?”
She said, “Although I also think my embroidery isn’t that pretty, and the stitches aren’t fine enough, I think it looks decent at first glance.”
Manbao looked it over again and again, then introspected, “I need to seriously learn needlework too, or else what if my stitches look terrible later when I’m sewing people up?”
Changyu asked, “Sew what?”
“Like stitching people up,” Manbao said, “Sotis an operation is needed, or so wounds need to be sewn to stop bleeding. The pleats after healing are very different between neat and rough needlework.”
Changyu: …
Imagining the pouch in Manbao’s hand as a human’s belly or limbs, she shuddered and waved her hand, “Just go, see you later…actually, don’t et with these two days. If you see while treating Mingda, don’t call for .”
Manbao: …
Manbao shoved the pouch into her sleeve, humd twice, and left, thinking how she still needed to play the ssenger role and how Changyu hadn’t even used it before tossing it aside—truly too much.
Manbao returned to the Chongwen Pavilion and was about to hand the pouch to Bai Shan to forward it to Wei Yu, but she thought it was unsuitable now since they still had several days before a break.
So she took it back to her room and kept it there. Just as she was about to go out, the system chid, “Host, your item has arrived.”
Manbao’s eyes brightened; she imdiately took it out. Right on the third day, they were indeed punctual.
Manbao took out the received box; the box was quite nice. She excitedly opened it to find a string of pink-white interspersed crystal beads, with a thumb-sized black object in the center. She touched it, thinking it felt like a stone but not quite; she pondered it for a mont.
Keke, seeing her randomly pondering, couldn’t help but say, “There’s a manual.”
It was only then that Manbao saw a folded piece of paper pressed at the bottom of the box. She quickly took it out to read, and under the manual’s guidance, she found the switch behind the black piece. Once flicked, a hint of red light seed to glow from the depths of the originally dark stone, but upon closer look, it wasn’t there.
Manbao just knew the stone had changed; it looked slightly brighter, though still black.
Manbao held it up to the sun and asked, “Keke, does it look transparent to you?”
Keke: “… Host, that’s the energy stone inside working.”
Manbao smiled bashfully, then continued her exploration. She quickly found a way to open the groove; a press and bounce, and the back of the stone opened. Inside, she saw a little dot, which, upon closer inspection, she picked out.
It was very small, only as large as a soybean, yet square and also black. Manbao held it on her fingertip, fascinated, “So this is an energy stone, huh? How long can one last?”
Keke replied, “Even if it’s kept on all the ti, with this bracelet’s consumption, it should last for more than fifty years. If well maintained, it should work for around seventy years.”
Manbao clicked her tongue, “That long? So why do the energy stones for the dical pods get used up so quickly?”
She clearly rembered that when she wanted a dical pod, Teacher Mo and Keke stopped her partly because energy stones were costly and needed frequent replacent.
But she had inquired; such small energy stones cost just about ten points for a set, although the tax was very high, at two hundred percent. Apparently, it was because these energy stones didn’t exist here and far surpassed this world’s technology, warranting such high taxes.
Keke said, “The energy stones for dical pods are not on the sa level as these. Do you know how much energy it takes to run a dical pod? Only the mobile dical pods use energy stones; for fixed ones, everyone uses electricity. Who would waste energy stones so carelessly?”
Keke beca slightly agitated, seemingly sensing so fluctuations, then lowered its tone, speaking in a robotic voice devoid of any emotion that was unfamiliar to Manbao, “If the host has questions, they can find related knowledge in the encyclopedia pavilion and are recomnded to purchase the following books for research.”
Saying this, it listed over a hundred books as a reprisal, each one thicker than her hand.
Manbao imdiately declined without thinking.
Just looking at the titles of those books made her eyes spin; she didn’t want to read them.
Having read many books, the now grown-up Manbao understood that so books couldn’t be understood rely by recognizing the characters. With her limited ti, learning things that her world couldn’t create was not sothing she wanted to pursue.
It’s enough to read other simple and easy-to-understand books to get a general idea; knowing such things exist in the world is sufficient.
So Manbao tactfully declined, aware that the main system must have stopped by again. She tacitly avoided further discussions with Keke, placing the energy stone back, thinking that it should be enough for Mingda for a lifeti. Once she aged and the energy stone depleted, she could simply replace it.
But how to persuade her to wear it forever, never taking it off?
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