CHAPTER 318: CHAPTER 318: SI MINGJING: MANY CHILDREN, MANY BLESSINGS, NO MORE OFFSPRING! 1

She felt herself sinking, the signal far too dangerous. Perhaps, at this moment, he wasn’t what she needed.

"Mo Yinhe, do you still have any Zhanlong Fragrance?"

Mo Yinhe swept her up by the waist and strode towards the East Garden of the palace. His long legs moved with a graceful bearing, and as he walked, he said, "With me here, do you still need Zhanlong Fragrance?"

Si Mingjing tactfully remained silent, a faint sense of anticipation stirring within her. She felt she had fallen!

Three hours later, Mo Yinhe carried her to the bathroom for a bath, then back to bed, cuddling her as they slept.

Perhaps because she was too exhausted, Si Mingjing didn’t feel like moving at all. But sleep wouldn’t come; it was still early, only half-past nine, and the city’s nightlife was just beginning.

Suddenly, she felt hungry, probably because she hadn’t eaten much for dinner. Touching her stomach, she said, "I’m hungry."

Mo Yinhe suddenly burst into laughter.

In the past, after they were intimate, she always claimed to be hungry. Had this little quirk of hers remained even after her rebirth?

Mo Yinhe’s people, sent to Prison Star, had returned with Academician Zhou’s team. Their thorough investigation confirmed she was indeed born and raised there. She was Si Yao’s child; many on Prison Star could testify, and even the midwife had been found.

His baby had indeed been reborn. That’s why she seemed like a completely new person.

Si Mingjing didn’t understand what he found so amusing and looked up, annoyed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. Shall I go make you something to eat? What would you like?"

Si Mingjing nodded, suddenly craving the beef noodles he had once made for her in the small building.

So she said, "I’d like the beef noodles you once made for me in the small building; they were quite good."

Mo Yinhe’s laughter grew even heartier. He pinched her nose and said, "Wait here."

Mo Yinhe, in high spirits, donned his bathrobe. He absolutely adored this little quirk of hers—it was incredibly cute!

Si Mingjing found the man’s laughter inexplicable. What was so funny about being hungry and wanting noodles? Did he think she hadn’t exerted any effort and thus consumed no energy?

Si Mingjing forcefully yanked the blanket over her face, blushing furiously.

Mo Yinhe left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. He tied on an apron and began cooking beef noodles.

The butler, upon hearing that Mo Yinhe had personally gone to the kitchen, quickly followed and stood by. "Your Excellency, are you hungry? Shall I have the chef come and make something for you?"

"No need. Mingjing is hungry. I’ll do it myself."

Wearing the apron, he cut a tall and impressive figure. Wielding the ladle, he was just as handsome as when he sat in his office, pen in hand, reviewing official documents.

By the time Si Mingjing finished a phone call from the bed, she could already smell the aroma of beef noodles. Her stomach rumbled loudly with hunger.

Mo Yinhe brought the beef noodles to the dining table on the terrace and called her over to eat.

Si Mingjing put on her bathrobe, ended the call, slipped into her slippers, and went out to the terrace to fill her stomach.

Mo Yinhe retrieved a bottle of red wine and poured a glass. He sat beside her, watching her eat and lightly sipping from his own glass, then asked, "Who were you calling just now?"

"Academician Zhou," Si Mingjing replied. "He insists I return to A Country to attend a seminar on cancer clinical trials." She went on to explain that the Ministry of Health of A Country and the Traditional Medicine Research Institute had jointly launched the third phase of clinical trials. The first batch consisted of one hundred clinical trial subjects, and ninety-eight of them were cured of cancer, achieving an astonishing cure rate of ninety-eight percent. Due to a shortage of tree bark powder, the second and third batches of clinical trials had been delayed. However, the tree bark powder Academician Zhou brought back this time was sufficient to meet the demand. The Ministry of Health of A Country and the Traditional Medicine Research Institute had decided to proceed with the second batch of clinical trials and needed to hold a meeting to discuss it. Academician Zhou hoped she would attend.

While eating, Si Mingjing said, "I consulted Academician Zhou about type 1 diabetes. He said he has been researching diabetes treatment for many years and has made significant achievements in this area. If I’m willing to go to A Country for the meeting, he’ll share his research findings with me. I’d like to go."

"When?"

"The day after tomorrow. I need to go back for a bit."

She wanted to treat little Gu Shurong, and perhaps Academician Zhou’s research could help her.

Mo Yinhe didn’t try to stop her. The next day, he had Fengjue accompany her to ensure her safety.

Upon arriving in A Country, Si Mingjing first went to the Ministry of Health to attend the meeting.

After the meeting, she discussed research on type 1 diabetes with Academician Zhou.

Academician Zhou’s research had hit a bottleneck due to the lack of a specific medicinal herb.

Once, Academician Zhou had obtained a medicinal herb called Dragon Algae, a type of algae. When combined with ginseng, astragalus, gypsum, and other traditional Chinese medicinal ingredients, the formulated prescription had cured a seven-year-old girl with type 1 diabetes.

That seven-year-old girl was now fifteen. She had annual checkups and had remained symptom-free.

Academician Zhou sighed, "It’s a pity I’ve never come across Dragon Algae again. I’ve searched every place imaginable, all to no avail."

Filled with hope, Si Mingjing asked, "Academician Zhou, what does this Dragon Algae look like? Could you draw it for me? I’ll look for it myself."

Academician Zhou said, "Wait a moment."

He found a color photo of the herb in his study and handed it to Si Mingjing.

"This is it."

"Where did you initially obtain the Dragon Algae?"

"It was a gift from Master Huixian of Daying Temple. However, I’ve asked Master Huixian many times. He said the girl’s mother had prayed to the Buddha at Daying Temple for her daughter’s recovery. It was the Buddha who wished to save the child and thus gifted him the Dragon Algae. Even he doesn’t know its origin."

Si Mingjing was speechless.

It seemed she would have to pay a visit to Daying Temple.

After bidding farewell to Academician Zhou, Si Mingjing had Fengjue take her to Daying Temple.

Once at Daying Temple, Si Mingjing, familiar with the way, headed towards a wooden sign that read "No Entry for Tourists."

Worried she might not be able to enter, she was about to make a call when, to her surprise, a young monk opened the door for her. He greeted her respectfully, "Amitabha. Benefactor, the Master has been expecting you for a long time."

Surprised, Si Mingjing’s phoenix eyes twitched. "Master Huixian? How did he know I would come today?"

The young monk replied, "The Master knows everything."

Remembering how Master Huixian had previously predicted that Ye Shen would face a calamity, Si Mingjing couldn’t help but see the master in a new light.

She asked Fengjue and the others to wait outside and passed through the wooden sign’s gateway into the private back courtyard of Daying Temple, which wasn’t open to the public.

The young monk led the way, guiding her along a quaint and serene bluestone path to a ginkgo tree in front of a house.

Before them, under the ginkgo tree, sat an elderly man with white hair and a lean figure. Exuding an air of immortal grace and daoist bearing, he uncorked a wine gourd, took a leisurely sip of fine wine, and then turned his attention to a game of Go on the stone table, seemingly content in his solitary play.

Seeing Si Mingjing, Master Huixian, the scent of alcohol still lingering on his breath, greeted her, "The God of Wealth has arrived! Come, take a seat, take a seat."

Lines of exasperation appeared on Si Mingjing’s forehead. "Master Huixian," she said, "is that money-grubbing expression really appropriate for you? I’m not giving you any money today."

"No money?" Master Huixian retorted. "If there’s no money, why waste pleasantries?"

Si Mingjing was utterly flabbergasted.