Jin Mudan was equally delighted. She hadn't expected the potatoes to be so plentiful; these potatoes should be enough to feed an entire army, right?
She did all of this secretly; Mo Lingchen was unaware of it and never cared about any of the Princess's property.
"Cough cough... Jiaojiao, how much longer can my body hold on?"
Jin Mudan's body was visibly wasting away, her eyes becoming sunken and her cheekbones becoming prominent.
Su Yujiao couldn't help but cry; she could diagnose that Jin Mudan really didn't have much time left.
She felt she had at most two or three months to live.
Jinmu reached out her withered hand to wipe away her tears: "Don't cry. Everyone has to be born, grow old, get sick and die someday. I've already accepted it."
"Every extra day I live is a bonus."
"Jiaojiao, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to sell those potatoes. I'd like to leave them to you to handle."
"Once you sell it, save the money. If Mo Lingchen is ever sent to fight, give him all the silver notes."
"I don't know if I can save him, but I've done my best."
"Yes, you don't need to worry about these things, leave them to me. The only thing you need to do now is to take good care of your health."
Two days later, news of Jin Mudan's serious illness reached Consort Jing's ears.
Consort Jing rushed over in person and looked at her daughter's terminal illness with disbelief on her face.
Why is this happening?
"Where is the imperial physician?"
"What illness does the princess have? She was perfectly fine just a few days ago, why did she suddenly become so ill?"
Consort Jing could not accept it. Her daughter, who had been so lively just a few days ago, had been tormented by illness like this in just a few days.
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