The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 378 Heredity
Just a bit of cold wind nearly killed the young emperor.

The palace servants who served him were risking their lives every day.

One batch was killed, and then another.

The entire palace was quiet.

The Regent finally managed to find some time to visit the inner palace that day.

When he saw the Empress Dowager lying on the phoenix bed, her eyes closed in deep sleep, her face unusually haggard.

He roared at the palace servants of Xihua Palace: "How are you all serving her? Hundreds of people can't even serve one master properly?"

The eunuchs and palace maids all knelt down in a rush.

He kowtowed and begged for mercy.

His expression was both fearful and numb.

In the outer hall, a palace maid with an exceptionally charming appearance crawled on her knees to the Regent and said in a soft, gentle voice:
"Your Highness, the Empress is worried about His Majesty the Emperor's health and cannot sleep at night."

While she spoke words of concern for her master, her delicate hands had already climbed onto the Regent's lap.

The palace servants kneeling in the inner hall first heard a soft snort from the prince.

Then, more faint, intermittent groans could be heard.

The palace servants lowered their heads even further, pretending to be deaf and mute.

It’s not strange anymore.

I've really gotten used to it.

There were several such palace maids in Xihua Palace, all of whom were personally selected by the Empress Dowager to serve the prince.

If these things hadn't been prepared, the regent would hardly ever visit the harem now, even once every ten days or so.

And they're busy with the previous dynasty.

Although the Empress Dowager and the young emperor were the nominal masters of this imperial city.

Actually.

All power was in the hands of the regent, and all civil and military officials respected him above all others.

The other side seems to be getting increasingly impatient with the fragile little emperor.

Yes.

If it weren't for the fact that all the civil and military officials had seen what the young emperor looked like, the regent would have preferred to bring back a healthy child from the common people to replace this sickly one.

Just wait and see.

Once his plan is complete, he will no longer need a sickly imposter as an excuse.

As for his relationship with the Empress Dowager...

Ah!
If it weren't for this woman, would he have become a eunuch?

The little emperor, who was just over a year old, was a weakling who couldn't stand the cold wind.

Yuanyuan, who is only a few months older than him, has never been sick since birth.

Having a mother who is skilled at healing is an external factor.

The internal cause is still little Yuanyuan, who inherited her mother's wood-type ability while she was still in the womb.

Gan Minglan awakened the supernatural power within her.

It was finally confirmed not long ago that it is undoubtedly a wood-type ability!

The little guy is only a little over a year old and doesn't yet understand the correct way to use wood-type abilities.

However, when she is in contact with nature, the wood element enters her body with every breath, bringing functions such as lung cleansing and detoxification.

As a result, although the little one didn't have the same plumpness as her brother, she was still a strong little calf.

Winter break is long over.

The guard boy and Fatty's classes resumed.

The little calf would stick to her mother whenever she had the chance, like a little shadow.

At this moment, she was being carried by her mother to the halfway point of East Snow Mountain.

Xiao Jin's training has yielded remarkable results.

For example, right now, three long whistles sounded.

This is a call for it to return to the team.

Little Jin is hunting a snow hare, and the hare is about to run to the entrance of its burrow.

How to do?
To give up, or to continue?

Little Jin, feeling resentful at the chubby snow rabbit, pounced on it with lightning speed. It took several dozen breaths longer than usual to appear above its master's head.

Cluck cluck, today the master also brought the little master along.

Here you go.

"Smack."

The snow rabbit, which had fainted from fright, fell from mid-air right in front of little Yuanyuan.

With its pointed ears adorned with tufts of black fur and its snow-white body, every normal child would find a snow rabbit fascinating.

Especially little girls.

Little Yuanyuan looked at the snow rabbit on the ground, then looked at her mother.

Her mother was busy scolding Little Gold, whose wings were over two meters long, and didn't pay attention to her.

Then, with a forceful pull of her chubby hands, she lifted the snow rabbit by its long ears, easily raising the five- or six-pound snow rabbit.

The little one excitedly shouted to her mother, "Meat, meat!"

The snow rabbit, which had just woken up, was frightened into fainting again by the powerful baby.

Gan Minglan pulled Xiao Jin toward her daughter: "Yuanyuan, do you want to raise this rabbit? Rabbits are herbivores, they don't eat meat."

Whenever Da Jin and his wife had a mission to deliver messages, Gan Minglan would feed them shredded meat.

The two children were very envious of this job.

However, the Golden Eagles were principled creatures; they only ate meat from their master's hands.

Therefore, Gan Minglan thought the little guy wanted to have a pet of his own.

Unexpectedly, little Yuanyuan got angry as soon as she heard this, and made a fierce face as she tried to twist the rabbit's neck:

"Baby, eat meat!"

Gan Minglan paused in her tracks: "Alright, my son really does resemble his mother."

Cute? Not a thing.

The real truth is that a child who is just over one year old knows how to put meat in their mouth.

The elderly mother took the snow rabbit, which had fainted from fright, and looked at her daughter's excited expression as she ate the meat. She touched her nose, feeling slightly guilty.

"Baby, ever since you started eating solid foods, you've never lacked meat! How come you can't even walk past a live rabbit?"

Yuanyuan rushed over and hugged her mother's leg, pointing at the snow rabbit with one finger, tilting her head cutely and saying, "Roast it in the pit!"

"Baby, you're still too young to eat too much tandoor-roasted meat. How about I cook it for you instead?"

The little one wiggled her curly little pigtails from side to side, stubbornly expressing her opinion: "Roast, roast!"

She's such a clever little devil.

Granny Wang's cooking skills are truly excellent. She makes delicious steamed, stewed, and stir-fried meat dishes. However, the little devil has a particular fondness for meat baked in a tandoor oven.

Not right either.

She also likes lamb tripe stuffed with meat.

With only twelve baby teeth, she can devour half a roasted pigeon in one meal!

Gan Minglan is examining whether she has passed on any food-loving traits to her clever daughter.

The guards, Lu Ye and Lü Chen, panting heavily, made their way up to the mountainside.

Lu Ye said excitedly:

"Master, a royal physician surnamed Huang, who is about fifty years old, has come to the garrison with his entire family of thirty-six people. He says he is an old friend of yours."

That family consisted of imperial physicians!
Lü Chen was also very excited: "They also brought a lot of medicinal herbs, and they seemed very confident in their medical skills."

Gan Minglan tossed Xiao Jin high into the air, still somewhat stunned.

She rummaged through the memories in her mind.

The imperial physician who examined the original owner's brain was an old man over eighty years old with completely white hair and beard, and he didn't seem to have the surname Huang.

Who is this old friend, Physician Huang?

An hour later.

She then encountered a stranger who was also an "old friend".

The fifty-year-old Imperial Physician Huang, his seventy-year-old wife, the old Imperial Physician Huang, and their thirty-one-year-old son, the young Doctor Huang, all share the same face.

He is of medium height, has a round and chubby figure, and his smile resembles that of Maitreya Buddha.

In short, it's the kind of appearance that patients would find very approachable.

(End of this chapter)