The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm

With a sigh, the young man approached Imperial Physician Yang and gingerly opened the box. As soon as Imperial Physician Yang laid eyes on its contents, his expression brightened. It was unmistakably the Immortal Pill depicted by Qin Zhenzhen.

The resemblance was uncanny!

“Let me smell it again!”

Imperial Physician Yang seized the wooden box and sniffed its contents repeatedly before allowing his colleague to partake in the experience.

Both physicians wore expressions of sheer delight.

This fragrance was truly exceptional!

Initially invigorating, it created an increasingly euphoric sensation after prolonged exposure.

There was no doubt; this was the Immortal Pill.

“Young man! You might be on the verge of a fortune!” exclaimed Imperial Physician Yang.

The young man was equally astonished. “Are you truly saying these are Immortal Pills?”

Imperial Physician Yang responded, “It’s highly probable!”

“First, tell us, where did you acquire these two herbs?”

The young man recounted his discovery. He hailed from Meijiang Prefecture City and occasionally ventured into the mountains with friends for hunting. The two stalks of grass had been found on Mount Daling. Although he couldn’t identify them, the captivating aroma led him to collect and dry them.

Remarkably, the fragrance became even more alluring after drying. He had consulted several elderly locals, but none recognized the plant. Even the local apothecaries failed to identify it. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to discard them and thus crafted a wooden box to seal the herbs. Upon arriving in the capital, he had been so engrossed in searching for employment that he forgot about the herbs until overhearing others discuss the Immortal Pill.

Subsequently, he realized that the two herbs he held were likely what was being sought according to the notice. However, when he presented his wooden box to the doctor at Renhe Hall, the man swiftly dismissed him without a second glance.

By now, the doctors at Renhe Hall were sweating profusely. The coarse wooden box clutched by the rustic young man concealed what could be an equivalent to the Immortal Pill—perhaps even the real thing! Observing Imperial Physician Yang and the others’ expressions, the doctor at Renhe Hall could ascertain that these were indeed Immortal Pills.

Imperial Physician Yang settled the young man down and hurriedly returned to the palace with the wooden box.

He showed it to Qin Zhenzhen and the Empress Dowager.

Qin Zhenzhen was overjoyed when she saw this. “It’s them, they are Immortal Pills!”

Then, she pretended to be heartbroken.

“This guy is really reckless. He didn’t handle it properly!”

“But you can’t blame him. He’s not a physician. He doesn’t know how to use precious herbs, and he can’t put them under the sun. The best way is to dry them in the shade..”