The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Xiao Jin's heart trembled slightly, but she still managed a composed smile: "These past few days have been quite sumptuous."

"Mother," Qi Jingyun lowered his gaze slightly, "some matters in the Court and the Harem are different."

Xiao Jin frowned.

"Meng Family's Silver is not so easy to spend." Qi Jingyun sighed, "If you don't want to end up being used by others, just return it." A hundred thousand taels of silver, just like that, they sent it in—what a grand gesture.

"But..."

"I will earn Silver myself." Qi Jingyun raised his eyes sharply; perhaps Mother excels at competing for favor, but her vision is indeed limited.

Xiao Jin felt distressed; in her generation, the Xiao Family hasn't produced any outstanding children. Their livelihood depends on ancestral assets, and these years, her identity has ensured smooth sailing. However, truly aiming for that position requires a significant amount of Silver, and she would need to devise other plans—not expecting...

"Mother." Qi Jingyun's brow furrowed, and his tone became stern.

"I understand." Finally, Xiao Jin could only sigh, "It's all because your uncle's side is not doing well, otherwise..."

"If Mother ever needs Silver in the future, I will bring it to you," Qi Jingyun smiled; that woman is so adept at making money, it seems he should collaborate with her.

There's no reason she should only earn Silver for the Crown Prince, right?

"You..."

"It's natural for a son to honor his mother." Qi Jingyun smirked and then stood up, "Mother, I must go to the barracks, so I won't linger. I'll pay my respects after I return victorious." He bowed and turned to leave.

"Yunyun..." Xiao Jin hurriedly stood up but still managed a smile as her son turned back, "Go forth without worry, remember to protect yourself well; Mother will be waiting for you in the palace."

At this moment, she was merely a concerned mother.

Qi Jingyun nodded slightly and then strode out of the Glazed Palace.

Upon leaving the room warmed by the charcoal fire, the cool air outside sharpened his senses, his steps becoming more vigorous. Just after a few steps, someone approached from the front.

Qi Jingyun hadn't expected to encounter Qi Jingchen here but only paused momentarily before approaching directly: "Greetings, Crown Prince." Though he and the Crown Prince were blood brothers, they lacked that brotherly affection, hence he never addressed the Crown Prince as Brother Crown Prince like Qi Jingyi did; instead, he always respectfully performed the sovereign-subject salute, calling him Crown Prince.

"Third Royal Brother," the Crown Prince appeared indifferent to the other's detachment, smiling warmly, "I waited here specially, hoping to personally wish you triumph in battle." As he spoke, he handed over a bottle, "This is the Special Gold Sore Medicine formulated by Senior Dao Xuzi; keep it with you as a precaution."

Qi Jingyun's brow furrowed slightly.

"I hope our Daxuan remains unperturbed by foreign threats." Seeing Qi Jingyun didn't accept the bottle, the Crown Prince didn't mind; instead, he bent down and placed the bottle on a stone nearby, "As descendants of the Qi family, we should naturally support each other." After softly coughing twice, he turned to leave.

Qi Jingyun watched the Crown Prince's figure disappear behind the Moon Sect, his eyes narrowing briefly, but soon reverted to his usual cold demeanor, bending down to clutch the bottle in his hand.