Concerns about food and drink were negligible. Differences in dietary habits between the north and south needn't be forcibly reconciled. But those medicinal herbs, the life-saving ones, could not wait!
Xia Jingfeng stared at the page, deep in thought. After a long while, he bowed deeply in salute.
"Emperor, I am willing to give it a try!"
"Good!"
Zhao Junyao greatly admired him. He suddenly felt that he had been mistaken before. The person before him didn't need his help at all. Although previously, he was like a small sapling about to be destroyed by the wind and rain, after swaying in the tempest for so many years, he had survived and even thrived splendidly. He wasn't eager to stretch his branches upwards. Instead, slowly, he was driving his roots little by little into the soil, deeper and further. It seemed he had long understood that only in this way could he grow into a towering tree.
