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Alright.
I will handle the body properly, temporarily following the specifications of Wolf Howl Camp. Thank you.
After Qi Shuo left, Sang Qingxiao opened the box, revealing a thick book and a letter inside. Upon opening the book, it contained Kong Sheng's insights on pharmacology. Old Vine glanced at it and immediately snatched it away, continuously praising him as a true genius—self-taught in everything from horse breeding to veterinary medicine and finally becoming a master pharmacist. Perhaps even he himself had never fully acknowledged his own talent. Such a gifted individual died just like that; I feel it is a pity for him.
Whether it is worth it or not is up to him. Hmph, I bet your scheming uncle brainwashed him! Sang Qingxiao, your uncle has quite the way with words; he knows how to manipulate people. Once he returns to the capital, keep your distance from him, understood?
You must always remember that you are my raised child. Before you were six years old, Sang Bai Jue raised Sangjie, and after you came over, he stopped caring for you. In this regard, I am the one who has raised you the longest.
Old Vine continued, poking her heart with a vine. In your heart, I must be in first place; remember that? If you wish to repay your gratitude for being raised, I should be the first one on that list too!
Sang Qingxiao nodded vigorously. Yes, yes, yes! I am your raised child.
After soothing this old trickster, Sang Qingxiao finally opened the letter. It stated that this book was initially given to Sang Bai Jue, but after handing it over, he felt an unease in his heart and wrote another volume to hide away.
On the day of reporting to the authorities, upon seeing her, he inexplicably thought of the buried volumes and wrote a letter overnight to place with the book before burying it again.
The book contained many highly toxic drug formulas along with antidotes for each poison—keeping an extra volume just in case. He hoped Sang Qingxiao would treasure it and be cautious; ideally, she wouldn't need it.
He also mentioned that he had observed her for some time while helping Sang Bai Jue and felt that her behavior was quite different from his without any evidence to support his thoughts; thus, he hadn’t told Sang Bai Jue yet.
The letter was hastily written with only a few lines but contained several vague expressions. Through the language in the letter, Sang Qingxiao could sense his inner turmoil while writing it.
For him, keeping an extra book might have felt like a precaution against and betrayal of his master. Kong Sheng endured physical and mental torment until his last moment before deciding to entrust the book to her.
Sang Qingxiao promised the letter that she would be cautious; this book also represented a legacy. She and Old Vine had received his inheritance and would remember to offer incense for him during Qingjie.
Under the repeated urging of Xuande Emperor, the Ministry of Works finally posted the recruitment notice. The public had mixed opinions about this matter.
Those without experience—especially those who were poor and inexperienced—hoped to participate in projects for a meal. There were also some merchants hoping to profit handsomely from it.
In the Capital, there were certainly people of insight. They dared not voice their judgments, yet secretly felt troubled. Such acts that burden the people and waste resources, even if they seemed justified, could not be glossed over with mere embellishments.
What if the hidden forces caused destruction? Repairs would not suffice; it was merely a tomb after all—why bother with such meticulousness? Moreover, the Xuande Emperor had been ill from the end of his reign until now. Even if they began to rebuild the tomb now, would it still be timely?
In order to save time, the costs in manpower, materials, and finances would inevitably rise once again.
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