Chapter 550: Spirit Spring System in the Qing Dynasty (1)

"Eldest Gege!"

"Eldest Gege!"

"Listen to me, Eldest Gege! The Fujin is already distraught over the First Age's illness; you must not be willful at a time like this! Quickly, come back with this old servant!"

When Xie Yang regained her senses, she was being dragged along by an old nanny in ancient costume, who looked to be around forty.

She lowered her head to look at her own hands; they were slender, delicate, and small—at a glance, they were the hands of a child.

She couldn't see her full figure or attire, but looking at the nanny's banner-style headdress and the clunky flower-pot shoes under her feet, how could she not guess the environment of the plane she was in?

This time, she had transmigrated to the Qing Dynasty.

She just didn't know if it was the history she was familiar with, but considering a system had appeared, it was highly likely to be a parallel universe or a novel/film plane.

However, now was not the time to think about these things.

【Host, the System is here!】

The Main System had come online a few seconds later than her this time.

【The Sub-system is right in that room.】

Xie Yang nodded, used a bit of clever force to shake off the old nanny, and ran clattering on her flower-pot shoes into the inner hall of the Main Courtyard.

【Buzz, buzz, buzz... Matching host information detected. Do you wish to bind the Spirit Spring System?】

【Buzz, buzz, buzz... No response... No response... Spirit Spring System binding failed. Farewell—ga? Ga-ga?】

Before the Sub-system could slip away, Xie Yang quickly grabbed and retrieved it, temporarily storing it in her own sea of consciousness.

At the same time, she also exposed herself to others.

In the not-so-spacious room, people were kneeling all over the floor.

On the kang lay a thin, small child, eyes tightly shut, his complexion pale to the point of turning blue.

Sitting on the edge of the kang was a weeping woman in banner-style dress, holding the child's hand in both of hers, her voice hoarse: "Hui'er, Hui'er, wake up and look at your mother. Mother cannot live without you, Hui'er..."

Beside the kang, a tall, thin young man had his hands hanging at his sides, turned white from clenching his fists, his voice hoarse and cold: "Imperial Physician Chang, is there really no other way?"

The old imperial physician with white whiskers knelt trembling to beg for mercy: "Si Ye, this servant has done his best! The First Age's illness is fierce; he has had a high fever for seven days that will not subside. Every possible medicine has been tried. Forgive this servant for his incompetence..."

Who could fail to understand the implication of the old imperial physician's unfinished words?

Si Ye closed his eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging, exerting all his strength to restrain himself from venting his inner grief.

Si Fujin, however, could no longer hold back; she collapsed onto the couch, and after a stifled sob, she broke into uncontrollable weeping.

"Hui'er... my Hui'er..."

"Father, Mother, may your daughter try!"

Xie Yang had hurriedly received a portion of memories and knew that Prince Honghui had been quite good to the original owner, his older sister. Two years ago, during the sweltering summer, he was the first to discover the original owner had slipped and fallen into the lotus pond in the back garden, thereby saving her.

It was precisely based on this that, upon learning her younger brother Honghui was critically ill, the original owner became anxious and worried, triggering a panic attack, which led to Xie Yang's arrival.

But even with her soul departed, the original owner remained concerned for her younger brother Honghui, who had saved her life.

Xie Yang sighed inwardly, stepped forward, and feigned taking from the small pouch at her waist—but in reality, from the medicine pile in the Aircraft Cargo Hold—a Rejuvenation Pill she had once refined using Immortal Grass in Shenyi Valley.

When refining medicine in Shenyi Valley, a material called honey pill was added, which made the finished pills round and glossy; at a glance, one could tell they were produced by a divine doctor and had extraordinary efficacy.

But she had an Aircraft Cargo Hold with infinite shelf life and was too lazy to collect honey pills for secondary processing, so the pills she refined were not only rough but also gray and dusty, looking much like mud balls rolled on a rainy day.

But the efficacy was absolutely not discounted.

"Haiyin, go back to your own courtyard; do not be unruly."

Si Ye took a deep breath; he was not angry, but rather, suppressing his inner grief, he waved his hand to let his daughter go back.

That his daughter dared to step forward at this time showed her reluctance to part with and her love for her younger brother; for this alone, as a father, he found it hard to criticize her.

"Father, believe me, this is a pill your daughter refined using an Immortal Grass she happened to come across. I tried it when I had a cold, and it was so effective! Let younger brother Honghui take it, and I guarantee the medicine will cure the illness."

Xie Yang held the Rejuvenation Pill in her palm, her gaze earnest:

"Father, Mother, Honghui is my younger brother, and he once saved me; I would not harm him. Since the imperial physician says there is no other way, why not let your daughter try this pill? There is no loss in it, is there?"

"Ye!"

Si Fujin turned around, her voice hoarse:

"Let Haiyin try! Even if it doesn't work, this concubine will not blame her."

Si Ye was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Imperial Physician Chang, see if the pill can be given to Honghui?"

Imperial Physician Chang stood up respectfully, took the pill Xie Yang handed over, smelled it, and scraped off a bit of powder to taste. His eyes were pleasantly surprised but also a bit uncertain: "Si Ye, what this servant can identify are indeed all fever-reducing and pain-relieving medicinal herbs, but there are a few ingredients this servant cannot identify..."

Xie Yang looked at her nose and her heart: if you could identify them, that would be wrong!

The Immortal Grass from Shenyi Valley, which martial arts practitioners would fight madly for, was rarer than Ginseng, Ganoderma, and other heavenly treasures.

It was only because information in this ancient plane was not well-connected, and there were no surveillance cameras everywhere, that she dared to take it out.

However, she had already thought it through: the Immortal Grass was too picky about its growing environment; without the unique geographical environment of Shenyi Valley, it was difficult to transplant and keep alive.

Although the number of Immortal Grass plants in her stockpile was not small, each one used was one less.

If the imperial physician asked her for more later, she would give them a few seeds and say that the only few Immortal Grass plants she had were all made into pills; she could spare them a few seeds, and if they could cultivate them, that would be best, but if they couldn't, they couldn't blame her. After all, she hadn't succeeded in Planting them herself.

While she was thinking, she heard an exclamation:

"Ye! He's awake! Hui'er, he's awake!"

Si Fujin personally fed her son the medicine juice made by crushing the pill and mixing it with warm water, watching with her own eyes as his blue complexion gradually improved and his almost-vanished breathing resumed its pulse.

Immediately after, she saw her son's long, dark eyelashes tremble, and he slowly opened his eyes, weakly calling her "Mother."

Si Fujin let out an "Aww" and hugged her son, who had been returned to her, weeping loudly.

But this time, her tears were of excitement and joy.

Xie Yang breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her convenient father who was also pleasantly surprised, and curtsied obediently: "Father, it is good that younger brother is awake; your daughter will take her leave."

There was nothing left for her to do here.

She had to hurry back to receive the remaining portion of memories and, by the way, handle the aftermath—

For instance, where did she get the Immortal Grass to refine medicinal pills?

For instance, how did she know how to refine medicinal pills?

These all require a source.

The memories of a ten-year-old girl are neither many nor complex.

Her full name is Aisin Gioro Haiyin; the two characters 'Haiyin' are taken from the *Lotus Sutra*'s "Wondrous Voice, Observant Voice, Brahma Voice, Sea Tide Voice." Needless to say, it was given by that cheap father of hers who had studied Buddhist scriptures.

She is the eldest princess of the manor, born to Li Shi, a timid and cowardly woman with no mind of her own, but perhaps because of this, in the prince's inner chambers filled with jealousy and endless underhanded schemes, she has not only safely survived until now but also added three sons and one daughter to the manor.