Half a year later, Zhang Jian and his wife received a letter from home in Fengyang County.
Inside the mansion, Zhang Jian was standing by the vegetable field, where the green plants were thriving vigorously.
After nearly a year of experimentation and continual seed selection, he finally managed to improve some of the vegetable seeds.
But as he looked at the letter in front of him, Zhang Jian frowned.
Qi Monyui is critically ill!
In his impression, that grandmother, although not very lucky, was quite vigorous, able to walk around without any signs of declining so quickly.
As a cultivator, he prided himself on not being wrong about this.
"Is it a backlash of destiny?"
Zhang Jian sighed inwardly.
Most likely it was.
He had reminded his grandfather Qi Yi about this matter, but Qi Yi did not adopt his suggestion, valuing more the glory and prestige of the Qi Family and its ties to the imperial family.
Zhang Jian immediately took a step into Qi Yuhua's boudoir.
