Peaceful Farm Life
Chapter 1015 - 1016: Don’t Believe...

Chapter 1015: Chapter 1016: Don’t Believe...

Gong Juese finally managed to stop her tears, but then she cried again, "You’ve contracted the plague, how can you possibly be cured?"

Gong Juechen said, "I’m testing the medicine on myself, hoping to cure this plague. Now that you’re here, I have even more reason to cure it. I don’t want you to die here. I promised our master that I would take good care of you. If you die here with me, how could I face our master after my death?"

"But, brother, you..." Seeing her brother’s body covered in pustules, Gong Juese felt extremely distressed.

"I’m fine, don’t worry," Gong Juechen consoled. "I’ve already told you, I’m testing the medicine on myself, and I know what I’m doing. I won’t let anything happen to me. Now, you should go to the palace with Jingjing. Don’t stay here; it’s too dangerous. Almost everyone in this Medicinal Diet Hall has contracted the plague. I won’t worry as much if you stay safely in the palace, and I’ll be able to develop the medicine sooner."

Gong Juese didn’t say she would stay obediently in the palace, instead she said, "Then I’ll go to the palace and make you Fulan flower cakes. When they’re ready, I’ll bring them to you."

Gong Juechen was very touched, "You even picked Fulan flowers?"

"Yes, I picked quite a lot, just outside the city on the mountain. You like the cakes made from these flowers, so I thought I’d pick some to make them for you." Saying this, Gong Juese also opened the cloth bag to show Gong Juechen the Fulan flowers inside.

Gong Juechen, looking at the Fulan flowers in the bag, understood that his sister wanted him to have something he liked to eat before he died, feeling touched and sad, "Just have someone bring them to me when they’re ready, you don’t need to come."

Gong Juese didn’t say whether she would come or not but left for the palace with An Jing and the cloth bag.

Once arriving at the palace, Gong Juese started making Fulan flower cakes.

An Jing, feeling she was also unoccupied, helped Gong Juese in the kitchen.

"Is this the Fulan flower?" An Jing asked as Gong Juese poured all the Fulan flowers from the cloth bag onto the table.

The Fulan flowers were blue, each with only five petals, a very fine stem, and similarly fine leaves.

Not only were the leaves fine, but they were also long.

It seemed like there were many white fibers growing on the stem.

An Jing didn’t recognize this flower, neither in the modern era nor here; she had never seen such a flower before, and of course, she had never heard of it either.

"Yes," Gong Juese nodded, "this is the Fulan flower."

An Jing said, "I’ve never heard of it."

As Gong Juese plucked the petals off and placed them in a bowl, she said, "The name ’Fulan flower’ was given by our master. Only my brother and I know this name, so of course you haven’t heard of it. Actually, this flower is a wildflower found on the mountains in the South Shen area, not found anywhere else. This is the season when these wildflowers bloom profusely. When my brother and I lived on the mountain with our master, he loved to use these petals to make cakes. Not only did our master enjoy eating these cakes, but my brother and I also loved them."

An Jing understood. It was, in fact, a wildflower from the mountains in the South Shen area.

Gong Juese continued, "My brother always likes to trick people, and I’m always fooled by him. I rushed over as soon as I learned he had contracted the plague, partly out of guilt and partly to see him one last time. Before, if he said he could cure the plague, I believed him, but now..."

As she spoke, Gong Juese suddenly fell silent, pausing for a long while before she finally shook her head and said softly, "I don’t believe it."

Listening, An Jing felt very distressed.