Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The atmosphere inside Tianxin Pavilion was once very lively.

Until Lin Mo took Jiang Zhiwei's soft, boneless hand and uttered that earth-shattering declaration of "my darling".

The air fell silent instantly.

All the women's eyes immediately shifted from the magical panel to the two men's clasped hands.

"Husband, Seventh Sister is weak, so you must use your 'big treasure' sparingly."

Liu Yiyi was the first to speak, her voice carrying a mischievous laugh that could melt anyone's bones.

"Second sister..."

Shen Qinghe tugged at Qin Ruxue's sleeve and lowered her voice.

"Is my husband's precious treasure... the one I'm thinking of?"

Qin Ruxue remained expressionless.

"Most likely."

"What kind of treasure? Is it a big gold bar? Or a big firecracker?"

Gu Ling'er, always eager to stir up trouble, joined in the commotion.

Even the usually dignified Su Qingyue had a helpless smile on her lips.

As Lin Mo listened to his wives' increasingly outrageous and lewd words, his scalp tingled.

A bunch of seasoned drivers!

The "big baby" I'm talking about is a real, genuine big baby!

Lin Mo couldn't stay any longer and quickly left with Jiang Zhiwei.

Jiang Zhiwei was being pulled along by him, and she was still in a state of being a bit slow to react and offline.

She followed with small, unsteady steps, completely bewildered about what the "high-level meeting" had to do with her and where she was being taken.

"hand……"

After taking a few steps, Jiang Zhiwei suddenly uttered a single word in a low voice.

"Hmm? What happened to your hand?"

Lin Mo subconsciously asked a question in return.

"……warm."

Lin Mo was both amused and exasperated.

Okay, at least they know what hot and cold are.

……

Soon, the two arrived at a secluded courtyard inside the mansion.

Above the gate of the courtyard hangs an old-fashioned wooden plaque with the three characters "Yaoxiangju" written on it.

This is Jiang Zhiwei's residence.

Lin Mo didn't stand on ceremony and led Jiang Zhiwei straight in through the door.

The moment I stepped inside, the smell of the air changed.

A unique, refreshing fragrance, a blend of hundreds of herbs, wafted over.

Unlike the strong, pungent smell in pharmacies, it carried the fresh scent of a meadow after the rain.

Looking around, one could see rows of wooden racks along the courtyard wall, drying various roots, stems, flowers, and leaves that one could not name.

In the corner, processed medicinal herbs were piled up, neatly wrapped in paper.

Beside the stone steps, there were stone mortars and pestles, with dark green traces of crushing still remaining on them.

The entire courtyard, except for a narrow stone path in the middle, is almost entirely filled with various plants.

This isn't a courtyard; it's clearly a small herb garden.

It wasn't until Lin Mo led her into his territory that Jiang Zhiwei's usually slow-moving brain seemed to finally load the map of the current scene.

She stopped and looked blankly at Lin Mo, then at the flowers and plants in her yard.

"Huh? My house?"

She tilted her head, looking somewhat confused.

"Yes, your home."

Lin Mo released his hand and asked with a smile.

"Seventh Sister-in-law, do you have any herbs in your yard that need watering?"

The abilities of the Medicine King's Gourd are a bit complicated to explain, so it's better to just show them to her directly.

"Water it?"

Jiang Zhiwei repeated it, and only then did her confused expression disappear, as if a switch had been flipped.

Without saying a word, she turned around, grabbed Lin Mo's hand, and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

Now it was Lin Mo's turn to stumble.

He followed behind, watching her skillfully navigate around a clump of thorny plants, avoid an area covered with mushrooms, and finally stop in front of a seemingly ordinary piece of land.

Jiang Zhiwei squatted down and gently stroked a plant that looked like a foxtail grass with her slender fingers.

"Agave. Not yet."

Her voice was no longer so soft and sweet, but had become clearer and more steady.

"Agave is cold in nature and bitter in taste. It prefers shade and dislikes sunlight. Its roots are three inches long and need to be watered with a mixture of dew and rootless water to neutralize its harshness..."

Lin Mo was stunned by the string of technical terms.

Just a moment ago it was an adorable sloth, but when it comes to its professional field, how did it suddenly transform into a living medical book?

Just as Jiang Zhiwei was engrossed in studying her "dragon tongue grass", Lin Mo's attention was drawn to a medicinal herb garden next to her.

In that field, there was a small patch of withered and yellowed plants.

The leaves drooped listlessly, and the stems were withered, looking as if they were about to be buried.

"What about these?"

Lin Mo pointed to the few dying plants.

"It looks like it's about to fail; it's already turned yellow."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiwei's explanation came to an abrupt halt.

She looked in the direction Lin Mo was pointing, and her eyes, which had just brightened, dimmed again.

"The Earth Lotus cannot be saved."

She stood up, walked to the withered plant, and gently touched one of its dry leaves.

The leaves shattered with a sound.

"Soil... won't do."

She lowered her head, her voice full of disappointment, like a little girl who had broken her favorite toy.

Can't be saved?

Not always.

Lin Mo's heart stirred, and without the slightest hesitation, he directly took out the dark green gourd.

A fragrance, seemingly imbued with the essence of countless plants, instantly spread out.

Jiang Zhiwei's delicate nose twitched involuntarily.

She froze, all her attention instantly focused on the little gourd, like a cat that had smelled catnip, forgetting even to breathe.

"fragrant……"

Lin Mo proudly shook the gourd in his hand.

"Watch closely."

"This is the precious treasure I wanted to show you!"

As he spoke, Lin Mo strode over to the few withered Earth Lotus plants.

Jiang Zhiwei immediately followed, her gaze fixed on the Medicine King Gourd the whole time, seemingly understanding what Lin Mo wanted to do.

"It's no use."

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head, trying to explain the reasoning with her limited vocabulary.

"The soil is unsuitable, life is extinguished, watering... is useless."

In her opinion, the roots of these few Earth Lotus plants were rotten and their vitality was completely lost. They wouldn't survive even if watered or given nectar.

Lin Mo ignored her advice.

Instead, he uncorked the gourd, pointed the gourd opening at a wilted lily, and gently tilted it.

Drops of crystal-clear, emerald-green liquid, seemingly containing the essence of spring, dripped from the gourd's mouth and landed precisely on the withered roots of the Earth Lotus.

"I said...no..."

Jiang Zhiwei's words were cut off midway through her sentence.

Those beautiful eyes suddenly widened little by little, and a scene she couldn't believe was reflected in their pupils.