Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Facing Liu Ji's persistent pressure, Diwu Fusheng was quite disdainful. This was the contempt brought by family lineage; even in decline, the Fifth Family still looked down on Liu Ji and the Liu Family behind him.

However, now the rise and fall of the Fifth Family was entrusted to him, forcing him to find a way to regain the attention of Prince Huai.

After a little deliberation, he cupped his hands towards Prince Huai, saying: "Your Highness, good news."

Prince Huai's face was displeased: "Chen Mo is almost forcing this prince; how can this be considered good news."

As a staff officer, Diwu Fusheng had his own skill in eloquence, saying: "Your Highness, you are mistaken. You see, since Chen Mo dares to make exorbitant demands of you, it means he does not intend to help the Celestial Master Thieves. The more he asks for, the more he values the treaty signed at the beginning, and does not plan to unilaterally tear it up."

"So you mean to let His Highness agree to his demands? Diwu Fusheng, what are your true intentions?" Liu Ji angrily rebuked.

Diwu Fusheng directly confronted him, saying: "Right now, our army's great enemy is the Celestial Master Thieves. As long as we solve the Celestial Master Thieves and take Fengzhou, we will have no more worries, and what we gain will far exceed what we have to pay now. Besides, have I said to fully agree to his demands?"

Diwu Fusheng glared at Liu Ji, then continued: "Since Chen Mo dares to make exorbitant demands, it means there is room for negotiation."

Diwu Fusheng once again cupped his hands towards Prince Huai: "I am willing to travel to Yu State again to negotiate this matter for Your Highness."

"Your Highness, you mustn't." Liu Ji immediately objected.

Prince Huai tapped his fingers lightly on the table, hesitating.

The other staff officers, seeing Liu Ji and Diwu Fusheng fiercely arguing, dared not intervene, for fear of being involved and not handling it well, thus bearing responsibility.

Diwu Fusheng raised his eyes to observe Prince Huai's reaction and respectfully said: "Your Highness, if matters with Chen Mo aren't handled well, you won't be able to go to war with the Celestial Master Thieves. Now, the Celestial Master Thieves are besieged in Fengzhou, already at the end of their strength. It's just this last step, Your Highness, you mustn't let it all come to nothing."

Diwu Fusheng's words hit the nail on the head for Prince Huai. If matters with Chen Mo weren't resolved, he would not be able to go to war with the Celestial Master Thieves.

After all, if Chen Mo tore up the treaty and assisted the Celestial Master Thieves, it would be unfavorable to them.

Seeing that the Celestial Master Army was already a frog in a well, if it escaped, the previous efforts would have been in vain.

Having made up his mind, Prince Huai solemnly said: "Diwu Fusheng."

"I am here."

"I command you to go to Yu State. As long as Chen Mo does not want the territory of Fengzhou, anything else can be negotiated," said Prince Huai.

"Understood."

Just after Diwu Fusheng responded, Liu Ji's face turned as ugly as if someone had died, saying: "Your Highness, you mustn't, Chen Mo has the ambitions of a wolf, this move is tantamount to aiding the enemy..."

Halfway through his words, Prince Huai interrupted him, saying: "You needn't say more, I have already decided."

Having regained attention, Diwu Fusheng, after leaving the main tent, packed his luggage briefly, then immediately set off by boat for Linzhou, then transferred to Yu State.

...

Longmen County, it was morning.

Last night Chen Mo stayed in Han Anniang's room, Yi Shiyin was also there, and the three of them were having breakfast at the moment.

Chen Mo was also waiting for Prince Huai's reply, after all, only with Prince Huai's agreement could the Nangong Family's navy be rescued.

Han Anniang cracked open a raw egg, mixed the egg white and yolk into a bowl of half-hot rice soup, stirred it, then added some goat milk and sugar, stirred it evenly, and handed it to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo stared blankly at Han Anniang, as if to say, "Can this be eaten?"

After all, just by smelling it, he could detect a fishy odor.

"Erlang, this is quite tasty, and it can also nourish your body," Han Anniang said.

Upon hearing this, Yi Shiyin's face turned red.

Last night, the three of them had almost tossed and turned the whole night.

Looking at Han Anniang's concerned gaze, Chen Mo couldn't bear to disappoint her, so he pinched his nose, gritted his teeth, and drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, the taste wasn't bad.

Looking at the egg liquid remaining at the bottom of the bowl, Chen Mo suddenly thought of something.

If he remembered correctly, he had seen online that black gunpowder plus egg white seemed to enhance the power of gunpowder, as well as something about granular gunpowder.

Specifically, Chen Mo couldn't remember clearly.

But he could try, couldn't he?

If the power of the pottery bomb could be enhanced once again, it would undoubtedly be a great weapon.

He decided to take action immediately.

Just as Han Anniang was about to ask how it tasted, Chen Mo suddenly stood up, took the meat sandwich Xiaolu had prepared for him, bit into it, and while putting on his official robe, walked towards the outside: "Anniang, Xiaolu, I have something to do. You two take your time eating."

...

He tinkered with it all morning. Because he didn't know the specific steps, he could only try step by step, wasting a lot of eggs, and Chen Mo still hadn't succeeded.

But Chen Mo believed that the craftsmen of this world were not stupid, just not as experienced as he was in certain views; they could at least be considered highly intelligent tech talents, so Chen Mo handed it over to them for experimentation. Perhaps they could figure it out.

Of course, to avoid wasting too many eggs, Chen Mo mentally allowed himself half a year. If nothing was achieved in half a year, then he would drop it, perhaps he had remembered it wrong.

In the afternoon, Chen Mo practiced his sword and archery. It was his habit; although the time wasn't fixed, he had to practice every day, lest his martial arts skills became rusty.

Sweaty from practice outside, Chen Mo then returned to the mansion.

The former Old Government Office in Longmen County had been turned into the Pingting Marquis's Mansion.

As a result, in the corridor, he encountered Qing Dance.

She was carrying hot water, heading towards Ning Wan's courtyard.

After asking, he found out that Ning Wan wanted to take a bath, and Qing Dance was helping to prepare the hot water.

The hot water was almost ready; she was carrying the last bucket.

Chen Mo told her to put down the wooden bucket holding the hot water, and said: "You can go rest, I'll take care of it."

"Ah... this..." Qing Dance hesitated slightly.

"What, you won't listen to the Marquis?" Chen Mo frowned slightly.

Qing Dance, more afraid of Chen Mo, responded "Understood" and then retreated.

...

Meanwhile, in Ning Wan's room, behind the screen, with steam rising, Ning Wan was already soaking in the bathtub, holding a towel and washing her body.

Her body was like fine porcelain, fair and translucent, mature and dazzling, mesmerizing.

When Chen Mo entered, he intentionally lightened his footsteps, but he accidentally bumped into the table.

Ning Wan, assuming it was Qing Dance, said: "Is that you, Qing Dance? Come help me scrub my back, I can't reach."

But she received no response from Qing Dance.

Until a pair of rough, masculine hands that didn't belong to a woman placed on her shoulders, Ning Wan's delicate body trembled, and in fright she exclaimed "Ah!" and stood up, looking back to see. Her fearfulness turned into a blush.