Early the next morning, Honglu and the other three women noticed that Lu Zheng's steps were somewhat unsteady.
"Have they all been escorted down the mountain?" Si Lingxi drew the four women's attention away.
"They have. The more than twenty chiefs who began planting the three crops this year even quarreled over competing for those farmers," Bai Yuan replied with a grin.
Si Lingxi nodded. "Keep an eye on this matter. If there is a good harvest next year, distribute the crop seeds to the other tribes.
Also, remind those skilled in farming that these seeds may not necessarily be the finest. Have them select the best seeds and work hard to cultivate varieties suitable for planting on Phoenix Mountain."
"Yes!" Honglu and the other three women answered in unison.
Si Lingxi nodded. Having finished her instructions, she supported Lu Zheng, and the two soared into the sky.
"Those high-yield crop seeds must have something to do with Young Master Lu, right?"
"Definitely. Only he could produce such strange and peculiar things."
"But it doesn't seem like Great Jing has been promoting high-yield crops?"
"Young Master Lu values Phoenix Mountain more than Great Jing. The Palace Mistress did not think highly of him for nothing."
"Only thinks highly of him?"
"She thinks highly of him several times over. Did you notice how Young Master Lu looked this morning?"
"Hehe, the Palace Mistress is so amazing!"
"Quiet, quiet. The Palace Mistress's phoenix fire is still burning in the back hall."
"Hmph, Palace Mistress, keep it up! Squeeze him dry! Honestly, he even has three red confidantes. It's infuriating—so infuriating I could die!"
"Hehe, you're angry because Young Master Lu did not make a move on you, aren't you? We are the Palace Mistress's maids. By rights, we ought to attend