The Chu family villa.

Chu Xiao said goodbye to Grandpa Chen and drove home.

After closing the door, he couldn't wait to send Qin Yue Zhao a message, telling her what had just happened:

"Princess Yue Zhao, I've heard that your army camp has one of the best doctors in the country. Could you ask him if he has a medical book called 'Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica'?"

Ancient doctors only read a few books, so Chu Xiao had no choice but to try anything as a last resort.

If all else fails, he can only buy a copy of the current "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica" and pass it on to Qin Yue Zhao, asking her doctor to help him see which herbs he hasn't remembered and how much he can add.

Anyway, if the book is made of bamboo slips or silk, Zhao Anna wouldn't have any doubts.

Qin Yue Zhao sat in her study, looking at the reports submitted by various departments.

In recent days, the military strength of Liangcheng has greatly increased. Although the people can make their own clothes and shoes, the crops have not yet been harvested, and most of the food bestowed by the gods and rewarded to the soldiers going to war has already been consumed.

Cook Song Yan clasped his hands in front of his lower abdomen, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Your Highness, if we continue to supply this grain with the same three dishes and one soup as you previously suggested, I'm afraid it won't last more than a few days. Should we reduce the amount of food we eat?"

Qin Yuezhao quickly shook her head.

"Absolutely not! I promised the Southern Army that I would provide them with three dishes and a soup every day, and I must keep my word! The soldiers are malnourished and need to eat and drink well; their food cannot be reduced."

"Then... Your Highness, would you please ask the gods to grant us some more rice, water, and vegetables?" Song Yan lowered his head, not daring to look up.

He knew that the princess had been working hard these past few days and hadn't rested for several days, so he was worried and anxious.

Qin Yuezhao waved her hand.

"You don't need to worry about this. Go downstairs and cook. I have important matters to attend to..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Song Yan hurriedly said with concern, "Your Highness, you have been working day and night, I'm afraid you've hurt yourself. I'll go down and cook some lean meat porridge for you right away. Please wait for me."

Qin Yue Zhao raised her hand, preparing to not use it, but Song Yan had already run several meters away.

Almost simultaneously, a slight friction sound came from the treasure basin.

A piece of white paper slowly floated down onto the table.

The note read: "Princess Yue Zhao, I've heard that your army camp has one of the best doctors in the country. Could you ask him if he has a medical book called 'Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica'?"

Qin Yue Zhao smiled when she saw the book's title.

"There really is such a book. Doctor Zhang often consults this book when gathering medicinal herbs. I wonder what the gods want it for?"

Chu Xiao was surprised that Qin Yue Zhao actually had it, and immediately replied, "Could you please send it to me? I need it to help you research the antidote."