An Ning'er gently fiddled with the teacup in her hands, as if she were planning something.
A moment later, she looked up. Her bright, dark eyes darted around, and she spoke with a hint of seriousness. "Old Zhu, have you heard the latest rumors? Someone in Shangjin Prefecture found a Blood Ganoderma on Wulong Ridge."
Zhu Youzheng's heart tightened at her words.
After King Yun Chu fell ill, he had summoned an heir of Medicine King Valley to treat him. But even the heir of Medicine King Valley had been powerless against the illness.
The only hope, the heir had said, was to gather the ten Spiritual Medicines of the world. Otherwise, not even a god could completely cure the root of King Yun Chu's illness.
These ten Spiritual Medicines were scattered throughout the Divine Land, and every one of them was extremely precious.
The Blood Ganoderma An Ning'er had just mentioned was one of the ten.
But no matter how priceless the Blood Ganoderma was, it was insignificant compared with the safety of the person before him.
Zhu Youzheng knew exactly what mattered most. He had held this position for many years and understood the temperament of the prince he served.
King Yun Chu might seem cold and unfeeling, but he was unusually tolerant and kind toward those around him.
Even if they failed to find the Spiritual Medicine, they were unlikely to be blamed. If they were injured in the line of duty, they might even receive the prince's comfort and encouragement.
But if anything happened to the person before him, the consequences would be entirely different.
King Yun Chu doted on An Ning'er almost beyond measure.
Zhu Youzheng knew that, in King Yun Chu's eyes, An Ning'er's safety mattered far more than any Spiritual Medicine.
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