It’s been two days since returning from the mountains.
During these two days, Mu Qingge did not cultivate but instead carefully explored the additional memory in her mind.
An Alchemist, this is a respected and sought-after profession.
Because the requirements to become an Alchemist are so high, it’s not an exaggeration to say they’re one in a million. And among those on this path, those who reach a master or grandmaster level are even rarer.
Moreover, becoming an Alchemist means possessing and establishing a powerful network.
For countless strong individuals, meeting an Alchemist may mean acquiring a life-saving elixir or a breakthrough elixir, both of which are invaluable.
If they can owe an Alchemist a favor, it’s even something they would eagerly desire.
As far as Mu Qingge knew, in Qin Country, the total number of Alchemists could probably be counted on one hand. Additionally, their levels were not particularly high.
The day when Mu Xiong presented the elixir to save her life, it wasn’t something an Alchemist from Qin Country could craft. That elixir was a gift from someone Mu Xiong saved by chance during his travels in Yu Country, in return for saving their life. Although Mu Xiong didn’t ask at that time, he could tell that person was a high-level Alchemist.
Mu Xiong, however, had his pride. He disdained using favors. Since the other party didn’t want to reveal their true identity, he didn’t bother to pursue it. He simply took the elixir and left as per their wish.
That elixir was cherished by him for a lifetime and eventually used on Mu Qingge.
Now, Mu Qingge had obtained an inheritance from the Dan God. She didn’t know what existence the Dan God held among Alchemists, but she was certain it was absolutely formidable.
Otherwise, how many would dare to call themselves a god?
Moreover, the vast amount of information in that inheritance took her two days and nights to sort through and she had barely scratched the surface.
Fortunately, the diagrams and uses of those medicinal materials were imprinted in her mind, otherwise just memorizing these millions of materials would have cost her half her life.
The inheritance from the Dan God was engraved in her mind. Now, her task was to organize, understand, and fully comprehend it.
"Ah~! Hua Yue——! Hua Yue——!" Mu Qingge rubbed her slightly aching temples and called out loudly.
No sooner had she spoken than a pink silhouette came fluttering in like a butterfly. Soon, Hua Yue’s charming little face appeared in Mu Qingge’s line of sight.
"Young Lord, Hua Yue is here. What are your orders?" Hua Yue looked down at the red-clad youth lying on the recliner in the courtyard, with eyes charming like silk, yet devoid of any frivolity.
Mu Qingge lazily lifted her eyelids, her whole body seemingly boneless, and said, "This lord’s shoulder hurts, and my head aches."
Hua Yue giggled and moved her waist, approaching behind Mu Qingge. Naturally, her hands fell on Mu Qingge’s head, gently pressing it.
Mu Qingge closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying herself. "Where’s You He?"
"You He went to prepare food for the Young Lord." Hua Yue replied softly, continuing to massage Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge acknowledged with a light ’hmm’ from her nose and said no more, seemingly fallen into a deep sleep.
In Chi Yun Garden, the fragrance of flowers permeated the air.
The hibiscus flowers in the courtyard swayed with the wind, their pale pink petals whirling in the air, gently falling down. Underneath the falling petals, a red-clad youth lay lazily on a recliner, dozing, while behind him, a beautifully faced maid was carefully massaging his shoulders.
When she opened her eyes, the smiling face of Mu Lianrong was reflected in her clear gaze. The latter was momentarily stunned by her eyes. Those clear and thorough eyes, how could they belong to someone who just woke up?
"Aunt." Mu Qingge stood up, offering a faint smile to Mu Lianrong.
It was then that she looked past Mu Lianrong’s shoulder and saw the figure standing by the courtyard gate.
The innate noble aura of the Imperial Family, though young, accompanied by stunning looks, was further emphasized by the sky-blue dress that accentuated her aloofness.
Her gaze flickered slightly, as Mu Qingge casually spoke, "The Princess is here too."
Mu Lianrong stepped aside, allowing the two young people to converse on their own.
Since Mu Qingge had already noticed her, Qin Yiyao, not one for pretense, stepped forward slowly and said directly, "The Grand Empress Dowager sent me to invite you to the palace banquet tonight."
A palace banquet? Why was she invited? Mu Qingge looked at Mu Lianrong, puzzled.
Mu Lianrong immediately understood her internal confusion and explained with a smile, "Your grandfather and I will be attending as well."
Since that was the case, why did Princess Changle have to make a special trip? Mu Qingge’s gaze fell on Qin Yiyao, and suddenly she understood the grand intentions of the Empress Dowager.
It seems that this old lady was constantly creating opportunities for them to develop feelings!
However——
In any case, the intentions of this old lady were likely to go unfulfilled.

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