Tian Yuan didn’t care how others viewed him.
He had indulged himself among the flowers for so many years, his body was already hollowed out. Now that he had discovered the cause of Zixi’s death and avenged her, it was like resolving a piece of his heart.
So naturally, he needed to find a way to replenish his body.
The best tonic was right in front of him, and he would regret it if he missed it!
A tiger’s whip is not an easily found supplement.
At this moment, Feng Qiwu looked at Tian Yuan with disdain and said, "Do as you please."
Upon hearing this, Tian Yuan was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Crown Prince!"
Then he urged his men, "What are you standing around for? Quickly cut it off for me to soak in wine!"
"Oh, oh, yes, Young Master! We’ll go immediately." Tian Yuan’s servant, after a brief pause, quickly came to his senses and went to cut the tiger’s whip.
Seeing this scene, many men felt a chill below.
But at the same time, they also harbored a tinge of regret.
If they had known the Crown Prince didn’t want it and was so easygoing, they should have shamelessly asked for it earlier.
Now it’s too late, Tian Yuan got it first.
As soon as Tian Yuan had his men cut off the tiger’s whip, Doctor Lin and others hurried over.
"Crown Prince, can you grant us the tiger bones? They are excellent materials for making medicine." Doctor Lin and his group were red-faced with excitement.
Hearing this, Bai Susu couldn’t help but feel a movement in her heart.
Then she quietly tugged on Feng Qiwu’s sleeve.
Why hadn’t she thought of it before?
The whole tiger is a treasure!
Although in modern times it’s forbidden to hunt tigers and use tiger bones for medicinal wine,
this is ancient times.
She was nearly trapped by her own thinking.
With such precious materials, why shouldn’t she keep them for herself?
Except for the tiger’s whip, she could use the rest!
Understanding her intent from the sleeve tug, Feng Qiwu coldly said to Doctor Lin and the others, "No, the remaining meat and bones, I will take back to feed my little wild cat!"
What a waste! It’s simply a waste!
But since when did the Crown Prince start keeping pets?
And what kind of cat would eat tiger meat?
On the other side, Bai Susu’s ears turned red as she glared secretly at Feng Qiwu.
You’re the wild cat, your whole family are cats!
Doctor Lin and his group, hearing this, showed disappointment.
Yet they still persistently asked, "We don’t want the meat, just the bones after the cat is done, would that be okay?"
"No! Ling Han, instruct someone to immediately transport the remaining tiger meat back." Feng Qiwu ordered directly.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Ling Han promptly nodded.
Seeing this, Doctor Lin and the others had no choice but to reluctantly give up.
Such a large tiger, who knows how much precious ointment the bones could make!
The Crown Prince is truly wasting it!
Bai Susu felt a bit guilty seeing their regretful expressions.
But then she thought, once the materials were in her hands, wouldn’t she also utilize them effectively?
She’s not wasting them either, is she?
Even if she doesn’t know how to make medicine, isn’t there still old Doctor Ming?
So she felt reassured.
At this moment, the evening breeze brought the aroma of roasted meat.
The Imperial Chefs had already roasted the marinated meat, and preparations were ready to begin eating.
So everyone hurriedly took their seats.
Though there were unpleasant incidents with the Cai Family during the day and the assassination attempt on Feng Qiwu, overall, things went smoothly, so Feng Qingyang raised his glass with a smile to toast the ministers.
"I toast to you, dear ministers, wishing Da Qin favorable weather and abundant harvests in the coming year!" Feng Qingyang exclaimed.
Saying this, he downed the wine in his cup.
He then smiled broadly and said, "Please don’t hold back, eat and drink to your heart’s content tonight."
The ministers enjoyed the autumn hunt.
Though the variety of dishes wasn’t large, the roasted meat was hot food!
Unlike palace banquets, where by the time the feast began, the dishes on the table had grown cold and lost their taste.
So soon, everyone was exchanging toasts, savoring the fruits of the noble young men’s hunt that day.
At this time, Feng Qiwu was sitting next to Feng Changge and Feng Wuchen.
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But Prime Minister Bai deliberately had Bai Susu sit far away from Feng Qiwu.
So Feng Qiwu could only lazily glance towards Bai Susu from time to time.
At this moment, Feng Changge suddenly raised a cup towards Feng Qiwu, speaking with a somewhat mocking tone, "I heard my dear Crown Prince was attacked today. Luckily you’re unharmed, so let me drink to you to calm your nerves."
Beside him, Bai Wanwan, along with several principal and side concubines, sat quietly eating meat and drinking juice.
But what Feng Changge didn’t expect was that upon his words, Feng Qiwu looked at him with a hard-to-describe expression.
Just as Feng Changge was wondering if there was dirt on his face, Feng Qiwu picked up his cup and nodded slightly, "Thank you, Eldest Brother."
He then drained his cup and quickly turned to look for Bai Susu’s figure.
Seeing Feng Changge’s face reminded him of how he acted like a dog on the ground.
Especially with Bai Wanwan sitting next to him, the image became even clearer.
At this moment, he regretted having such a great memory!
Seeing this, Feng Wuchen quickly raised his cup to toast Feng Qiwu, forcing a smile.
Ever since Lin Changqing went to Xiayu Pass, he had no heart for hunting today.
Though Feng Qiwu didn’t go to the Northwest this time, Lin Changqing still went to the Northwest to suppress bandits as Bai Wanwan said.
Thinking about the immense wealth in Xiayu Pass’s cave being handed over to the National Treasury after Lin Changqing’s success, he felt heartbroken and breathless.
That was supposed to be his.
But due to one miscalculation, one wrong step leading to another, he ended up with a neck injury, and now he couldn’t volunteer to lead troops to the Northwest.
But what Feng Wuchen didn’t expect was that while Feng Qiwu drank when Feng Changge toasted, he completely ignored him when he offered a drink.
For a moment, Feng Wuchen awkwardly held his wine cup mid-air.
He then suppressed his humiliation and anger, asking, "Why won’t you toast with me, Crown Prince brother?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qiwu looked at him coldly, "Oh, I was just lost in thought."
He then casually raised his cup again towards Feng Wuchen, downing another.
Seeing this, Feng Wuchen’s expression improved a bit, so he curiously asked, "What were you thinking, Crown Prince brother, that made you zone out?"
"Oh, nothing much, just pondering Mr. Cai’s matter, wondering how many here enjoy playing games of pleasure in bed. How about you, Third Brother, any particular hobbies?" Feng Qiwu shot straight with his question.