The Prince of Yan is nearly a hundred years old, his two sons are both over sixty, and his only grandson is almost forty. Therefore, Qin Rui believes that the only people standing in his way now are the children in the wombs of the two imperial concubines and Qin Mo. The rest are not a concern.
Qin Mo's elven bloodline is indeed a major drawback, but Qin Mo's image among the people of Great Xia is simply too dazzling. If he insists on taking that position, Qin Rui really can't compete with him. His father is Qin Jian, not Qin Mu, and he doesn't have as many military generals supporting him.
Qin Rui's face turned ashen with anger, but his father was overjoyed. Qin Mo, after being slightly provoked by Qin Rui, declared that she would not choose him, which was an unexpected surprise!
"Your Highness Prince Heng... are you really not going to covet the throne?" The old eunuch beside Prince Yan, Qin Mu, suddenly asked Qin Mo abruptly.
"Hmm, and who are you?"
Qin Mo glanced at the old eunuch. He had always wondered why a eunuch was qualified to be here.
"Qin Mo, this Lu Sheng is the manager of the Imperial Chengtian Pavilion. You know what the Chengtian Pavilion does, right?" Qin Mu saw that Qin Mo's expression hadn't been very good from the beginning, and he felt a little apologetic, so he introduced him to Qin Mo.
"I know about Chengtian Pavilion, of course; they make potions! But... are there still people who make Vitality Potions these days?"
"May His Highness Prince Heng know that my family is capable of making not only Vitality Potions but also Spirit Cleansing Potions!"
Is this really true?
"Of course it's true!"
"Buzz!!"
A buzz of discussion broke out in the once-silent hall, and everyone looked at Lu Sheng with disbelief.
Vitality potions and spirit-cleansing potions have always been fundamental to the imperial family's rule, and have always been accessible only to the emperor and the crown prince. Chengtian Pavilion was at most a processing workshop. With the sudden death of Emperor Zhaowu, Qin Mo had thought that there might never be any more Vitality potions in the future.
But now this Lu Sheng actually claims that he can make a Vitality Potion. How could Emperor Zhaowu entrust such an important formula to a eunuch?
"Lu Sheng, how could the late emperor have let you know the formula for the potion?"
“My family grew up in the palace. Twenty years ago, the late emperor did not abandon me and I was put in charge of Chengtian Pavilion. I never dared to make the slightest mistake. Later, His Majesty ascended the throne and trusted me greatly. He entrusted me with the entire task of making potions. I will never forget this trust!”
Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "Does making a Vitality Potion require using one's own Vitality?"
"Prince Heng... was right!"
Looking at Lu Sheng's indifferent eyes, Qin Mo finally understood that Wang Yushi was not the only one who knew about Emperor Zhaowu's physical defect; Lu Sheng must also be an informant.
Emperor Zhaowu's body could not support the production of the Vitality Elixir, so he had to rely on others. That's how Lu Sheng learned the formula and production method of the elixir.
"Your Highness Prince Heng, do you dare to swear that you will never covet the throne?"
"So what if I swear, or not?" Qin Mo was a little unhappy. It was one thing for her not to care about that position, but being forced into it was another matter entirely.
"If Prince Heng swears not to vie for the throne, we will serve the Empress as our master until the new emperor comes of age... How about it?"
"It's a deal!"
Qin Mo eagerly agreed, causing everyone's glasses to fall off in astonishment.
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