"It's all right. If you can't divine it, let it go. A traitor isn't worth our baby's spiritual power. Since you said Father will be fine, I can set out today without worrying."
Xia Siheng stroked her little head, his face full of affection and reluctance to leave.
"I only divined Father's fate. Just because Father won't be in danger doesn't mean everyone else will be safe..." Xia Wanwan blinked, then reached into her Cosmic Bag again to rummage for things.
In the end.
An entire table of magic treasures lay before Xia Siheng, leaving the usually stern man utterly stunned.
Xia Wanwan indicated the bottles on the table. "These are life-saving elixirs. Even if you're stabbed clean through, you won't die if you take one."
These elixirs were very familiar by now.
Daoist Qianyun had survived entirely thanks to them, and when her imperial uncle had been stabbed, they had kept him alive too.
Now, she had dug out the last five large bottles and given them all to Father for his campaign.
Who knew how many lives they could save?
When she imagined those soldiers taking the elixirs, surviving hundreds of stab wounds and still fighting, there was no telling how terrified the enemy would be!
Just thinking about it was hilarious!
There was also a thick stack of Explosive Talismans. Xia Wanwan giggled. "These look familiar, right? You can have all of them. If you're in danger, blow them up. The incantation is moo li meh... mmph."
Halfway through her recitation, someone abruptly clapped a hand over the little one's mouth. Her big eyes darted toward Father.
"Don't recite it. I'm begging you," Xia Siheng said.
With such a thick stack, forget the Ninth Prince's Residence-the entire Capital could be blown sky-high!
If she recited it...
Xia