During famine, food was precious and money couldn't buy anything. The only thing available at the inn was hot water.
This chicken soup is even more unimaginable.
Zhao Chengqian explained, "Mother, the little immortal gave it to me."
"Don't worry about eating, the little fairy gave you a lot."
Princess Jin frowned and asked in surprise, "Where did this little immortal come from?"
This child must be starving.
But chicken soup is right in front of us.
"Mom, you really are a little god!" Zhao Yong explained hurriedly, pointing to the food on the hard couch opposite.
"Look, those things are given to us by the little gods."
"Brother, he didn't drink a single sip of the chicken soup in order to leave it for mother." Zhao Yong whispered.
Princess Jin looked at the things on the low couch and could hardly believe her eyes. Not to mention that they couldn't see those things now because of the freezing cold, they couldn't see them even when they were still in the East Palace.
The appearance of these things is too bizarre, and it seems that there is no other explanation except that they are bestowed by gods.
Besides, she knew her son's character well. He was not the kind of kid who would talk nonsense or be sneaky or cunning.
Princess Jin coughed lightly a few times and said, "What's going on? Tell mother quickly."
Zhao Yong couldn't wait to speak: "It was the vase. The little fairy in the vase gave us medicine that could save mother. After mother took the medicine, her fever subsided and she woke up."
Zhao Chengqian took out the medicine bottle. Princess Jin looked at the words and strange symbols on the bottle, then raised her head to glance at the vase in the opposite corner. This vase was passed down from her ancestors, and she was reluctant to sell it even if she was starving on the road.
Unexpectedly, it was a sacred object that saved them in a critical moment.
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