Soon, the old madam and her grandson, Su Zimo, also hurried over after hearing the news.
"Grandfather, what did my sister write in her letter?"
Su Zimo stared at the small slip of paper spread open in his grandfather's hand, itching to snatch it away.
The old madam was also anxious. "That's right, Old Man. What exactly did my Qiao'er write?"
She had even rolled up the small slip of paper and tucked it inside a jade hairpin, showing how important the matter was and that no one else could know about it.
"This isn't a letter. It's a medicinal formula."
Grand Tutor Su wore a complicated expression.
At that moment, he did not know whether he should be happy that his granddaughter had suddenly become so clever and calculating, or feel distressed over it.
True growth always came through genuine setbacks.
His delicate granddaughter had fallen ill as soon as she entered the palace, and her illness had been so severe that she remained sick for over a month.
During that month, although he had found a way to learn that she was safe, he had still been worried constantly.
"A medicinal formula?"
Everyone was stunned, unable to understand what this was.
Grand Tutor Su looked at his wife, who was happily flipping through the Buddhist Sutra in her hands. "Bring me the Buddhist Sutra."
The old madam was displeased. "Why are you taking my Buddhist Sutra? My granddaughter copied it for me herself while she was ill."
The Old Grand Tutor simply reached out and snatched it away.
"Don't worry about all that for now. Hurry and personally go to the storehouse to fetch the medicinal ingredients. Get them according to this formula."
"Zimo, make a trip to your uncle's residence and quickly bring your uncle here."
Su