Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield

Chapter 356: Chapter 161: Xia Wuqie: This Bracelet Belongs to Dong’er!! Zhao Feng is..._2

Although they were competing for the same position and were rivals, they also held a mutual admiration for one another. He hoped that neither Meng Wu nor the Meng Family would one day be destroyed in this struggle for the throne.

Upon hearing this, Meng Wu’s expression shifted several times. Finally, he let out a sigh. "The choice has been made, and there is no turning back. Besides, looking at all the princes, none can truly challenge the Eldest Imperial Son."

"Perhaps no one can compete," Huan Yi said indifferently. "But as Senior Generals, we already hold positions of great authority. Staying uninvolved is the best way to contend. Preserving one’s family should be the priority."

Like Wang Jian, it was clear that Huan Yi was also highly skilled at self-preservation.

"We shall see what the future holds," Meng Wu said, holding on to his own convictions. "It is still too early to say."

In his view, Fusu was bound to win. It seemed that among the ministers of the court, many had already chosen Fusu. The two factions, the Zong Shi, the Mi Family, and numerous other ministers all believed Fusu could not lose, because no other prince could compete with him.

...

「After the wedding feast, in the sleeping chambers...」

"Yan’er, this time I have finally done right by you," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Please be gentle, my lord," Wang Yan replied, raising her head, her voice as soft as flowing water.

...

「The night passed without incident.」

「In the side hall.」

Zhao Feng looked at the five Alchemy Furnaces before him. They came in all shapes and sizes, but none were Top-Grade; they were all just ordinary Alchemy Furnaces.

As expected. It’s impossible to find a Top-Grade Alchemy Furnace. The so-called Elixir Alchemists throughout the world today are all fakes, so these furnaces are what they are. Let’s see if they can even withstand True Fire.

With that thought, Zhao Feng waved his hand. His Dantian Vital Energy circulated and converged in his palm, materializing as a fiery red flame. This was the Flame of True Qi, which could be condensed by those who had reached the Grandmaster Realm or higher. However, an ordinary person could only form a small orb that wouldn’t last long. But thanks to Zhao Feng’s All Attributes, his True Qi recovered rapidly and could be supplied continuously.

After forming the flame, Zhao Feng directed it toward one of the furnaces. After burning for less than a few dozen breaths—CRACK.

One of the Alchemy Furnaces split open.

"Useless junk," Zhao Feng cursed, then continued his test.

Ultimately, only one of the five Alchemy Furnaces withstood the trial.

At least one is usable. Hopefully, I can draw a better one in the future.

With a wave of his hand, he placed the Alchemy Furnace into his Storage Space.

"My lord," Zhang Ming’s voice called from outside. "The luggage has all been packed. The young master and young mistress are also ready. We can depart at any time."

"Prepare the carriage first. I need to go to the palace," Zhao Feng said.

"Yes, my lord," Zhang Ming respectfully replied.

Sha Village. I can finally go back. Mother, little sister... are you both well? A look of deep longing filled Zhao Feng’s face.

「Within Zhan Tai Palace.」

"Returning home already?" Ying Zheng asked with a faint smile.

"My luggage is packed, Your Majesty. I came specifically to bid you farewell," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

"I grant you one month of leave to rest at home. After a month, return to Xianyang to discuss the formation of the grand encampment with me," Ying Zheng said.

"Thank you, Great King. Your humble servant takes his leave." Zhao Feng bowed deeply to Ying Zheng and slowly backed away.

"Go," Ying Zheng said with a wave of his hand.

Zhao Feng straightened up and walked out of the great hall.

「Back in the Zhao Mansion.」

Xia Wuqie was already waiting in the main hall.

"Doctor Xia, why are you waiting here?" Zhao Feng was quite surprised, as Zhang Ming had informed him of the doctor’s arrival as soon as he returned.

"I could not forget my promise to check the pulse of General Zhao’s wife," Xia Wuqie said with a smile.

"Doctor Xia, you are truly a man of great kindness," Zhao Feng remarked, genuinely moved. "Zhang Ming, go and call for the Madam."

"Yes, my lord," Zhang Ming replied respectfully.

A short while later, Wang Yan walked slowly into the main hall, holding the two children by the hand.

"My lord, is something the matter?" Wang Yan asked.

"This is Doctor Xia Wuqie, the greatest physician in all of Qin," Zhao Feng introduced with a smile.

"I have long heard of Doctor Xia’s esteemed reputation," Wang Yan said, curtsying respectfully.

"Haha, Mrs. Zhao," Xia Wuqie said, stroking his beard with a laugh. "I have come to your home today specifically to check your pulse."

"Check my pulse?" Wang Yan looked at Zhao Feng, puzzled.

"Don’t you remember? Doctor Xia was at the Wounded Soldier Camp in the Zhao state when you had just given birth. Having long heard of his medical skills, I asked him to check on you to ensure a proper recovery," Zhao Feng explained with a smile.

"Oh, so that’s why," Wang Yan said with a smile. "But thanks to your good fortune, my lord, Mother and I have both taken the blood ginseng and have almost fully recovered."

"Come now, let this old man check your pulse regardless. If there is any lingering deficiency, it can still be remedied," Xia Wuqie said amiably. "While the blood ginseng is potent, there is also a risk of over-nourishment."

Zhao Feng smiled. "Yan’er, let Doctor Xia check your pulse."

"Alright." Wang Yan nodded.

"Sit," Xia Wuqie said, pointing to a spot beside him.

Wang Yan walked over and knelt down. As Xia Wuqie squatted before the table, she extended her hand and rolled up her sleeve just a little.

The moment her sleeve was raised, however, Xia Wuqie froze.

His eyes fell upon an incredibly familiar bracelet.

At that instant, the wrinkles on Xia Wuqie’s old face seemed to deepen, and his aged eyes trembled. Even the hand he had raised to check her pulse was frozen in mid-air.

It must be... That is definitely Dong’er’s bracelet. Her mother gave it to her personally. It’s our family heirloom.