"All done."

Having taken a reassuring pill, Sang Ning felt calm. She closed the box, stuffed it into her spatial storage, and carefully put away the ancestor's letter, intending to put it into her own storage. But a large hand shoved at her.

"Give it to me; I can't give you the old man's keepsake."

"This is mine."

Sang Ning stuffed the letter into her spatial storage and said matter-of-factly, “You don’t know medicine, but you know what our ancestor wrote on that letter. I need this letter to make a medicine to treat genetic diseases.”

Qi Wenyuan and the others who read the letter with her fell silent instantly.

It seems, probably, that's the correct logic.

The method for making the medicine is on the letter, and the method for processing the core is also on the letter... No matter how you look at it, this letter seems to be only fit for Xiao Ningzi.

So, give it to her?

They exchanged a glance, and Qi Wenyuan solemnly instructed, "Take good care of it, don't damage it, or I'll beat you to a pulp. These are the only two keepsakes left by our ancestors."

Sang Ning's eyes lit up instantly. "So, our ancestors left behind some gifts? It's alright if the Sang family keeps them for me, right?!"

"Dream on, impossible, stop daydreaming."

Qi Wenyuan grabbed Sang Ning's arm and pulled her towards the door. "You better get back to work and stop thinking about the gifts from our ancestors, unless you're willing to become the governor."

"If you're not a governor, you're not qualified to keep the keepsakes from my Sang family patriarch?"

Sang Ning was unwilling to accept this and struggled back against her will.

However, Qi Wenyuan's hand, like an iron clamp, pulled her out the door. "Yes, the ancestor's keepsakes are the governor's private collection, and only the governor is qualified to keep them."

"Farewell!"