Heir to the Kingdom of 1.4 billion people

Chapter 120 The Truth
Twilight City, Morning Breeze Street.

"Please make way, make way!"

After saying goodbye to Xia Mingyu and the others, Youde ran and shouted in panic. His thin shoulders kept pushing away the noisy crowd and rushed forward.

"Is that a monkey wearing clothes?"

"It seems to be the monkey-faced pharmacist from the rumored Pharmacy No. 13. I heard he's quite good at making medicine, but because he's too ugly, no nobles or wealthy people are willing to ask him to make medicine. He can only make medicine for the poor."

People who saw this scene whispered to each other.

Yude, who was busy on his way, ignored their words and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house.

dong dong.

He stretched out his thin arm and knocked gently on the wooden door.

Click.

After a moment, the wooden door opened a crack, and a little boy in linen clothes poked his head out cautiously.

"Lord Youde, are you back from collecting herbs?"

When he saw the person standing outside the door, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his young face. He quickly grabbed Youde's arm and pulled him into the bedroom of the house.

There, a woman with a sallow face was lying weakly on a wooden bed, and even breathing seemed extremely difficult.

"Mom, Lord Yod is back."

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, the boy shouted excitedly.

Hearing this, the woman stood up from the bed with difficulty and looked at the dusty monkey-faced pharmacist in front of her with a complicated expression.

"Sir, why are you doing this? We haven't paid you for the medicine at all." The woman sighed.

She never thought that the ugly pharmacist in front of her would actually risk his life and travel thousands of miles to the dense forest of Nanfeng just to treat her, a laundry worker.

Yoder said nothing, but silently took out the bottle of healing potion from his bag and handed it to the woman.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hands, which were as rough as dead tree bark, to take the potion.

Under the expectant gaze of Yod and the little boy, the woman drank the potion.

The next moment, his originally sallow face brightened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his heart-wrenching breathing sound gradually became even and steady.

The woman felt the changes in herself with an amazed look on her face, and she actually got out of bed and stood up shakily.

"Mom!" The boy threw himself into the woman's arms with joy.

The woman touched the boy's head, then pulled him to kneel in front of Youde.

"God, I am deeply grateful for saving your life. If you need anything in the future, my children and I will do everything we can to help you and pray for you day and night."

The woman said solemnly.

Then, she hesitated for a long time before asking:
"Sir, such a miraculous medicine must be very expensive. Is it really worth using it on a laundry worker like me?"

"I've also had this doubt, but there are indeed saints in this world who are willing to selflessly help others." Youde said after a moment of silence.

"I'm not a saint, but my mother was also a laundry worker."

Youde looked at the spider-web-like frost marks on the woman's palm and said with a sense of loss.

Those were wrinkles that even healing potions couldn't smooth out.

Just like, ten years ago when he was seven years old, his mother touched his face for the last time after a long absence. He was hurt by the frostbite, and then he realized that he came into this world because he was loved.

on the street.

Xia Mingyu rode his horse back to Red Fox Castle with a heavy expression, forming a sharp contrast with the cheering crowd around him.

"Young man, it's not nice to look sad on such a festive day. How about I treat you to a cup of evening tea?"

When an enthusiastic person saw this, he raised his hand and held up the tea bag he had just bought to invite them in.

"No thanks."

Xia Mingyu forced a smile and refused, patted the horse's butt and left quickly.

"It's really strange, what troubles in this world can't be solved by a cup of evening tea?"

The enthusiastic man looked at the young man's departing back, touched the back of his head and said in confusion.

However, looking at the bag full of tea bags in his hand, he quickly put this confusion behind him and prepared to immerse himself in a beautiful dream with his family.

What should I dream of this time? Becoming a great knight like Red Flame, becoming a saint like the Sage, or being immersed in the gentle embrace of countless beauties?
Hehe, you must not read out the name this time, otherwise your wife will get mad again!
Red Fox Castle.

"Master Mingyu, you are finally back safely. May the gods bless you."

Looking at the black-eyed young man who stepped into the castle, the butler Seris welcomed him with a joyful expression.

"May God bless you too. Where's Mrs. Rosa?"

After a brief greeting, Xia Mingyu asked impatiently. "The Earl should be in the living room of the main building right now," Seris replied.

"I have something urgent to tell her, take me there immediately!"

living room.

Crackling.

The firewood in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the bright fire illuminated the originally dark room as bright as day.

There was a teapot on the coffee table, and the steaming hot air was filled with the sweet fragrance of tea leaves and honey.

Rosa leaned on the soft sofa with a cup of tea in her hand, staring blankly at the portrait on the wall - "The Knight's Last Whisper".

When people get old, they can't help but recall the past.

Rosa thought as she took a sip of the tea in her cup.

In an instant, she saw the young man with a sunny smile on his face again, walking slowly towards her with a bunch of blooming violets.

However, Rosa, who had experienced it, knew that what would happen next would be the mud and water splashed by the carriage.

But what it brought was not sadness, but a breathtaking kiss that she would never forget.

"I don't know how that guy Erkus managed to cultivate such wonderful tea."

After waking up from her memories, Rosa looked at the amber-clear tea in the cup and couldn't help but sigh.

Then she gently placed the teacup on the coffee table, stopped sipping tea, and just quietly looked at the paintings on the wall.

After all, although tea is good, if you drink too much, you will get tired of it after a few days.

Boom boom boom!
At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Who?" Rosa frowned slightly as her leisurely afternoon was interrupted.

"It's me." Xia Mingyu's slightly anxious voice came from outside the door.

"Your Highness, please come in." Rosa's brows immediately relaxed, and a kind smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

When Xia Mingyu pushed open the door and entered the living room, the first thing he saw was the old woman leaning on the sofa and the steaming teacup on the coffee table.

The familiar greasy tea aroma made him immediately realize that it was evening tea!

At this moment, Xia Mingyu's pupils suddenly shrank, his lips trembled slightly, and fine cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Because if Rosa, the lord of the southern territory, also became addicted to tea, he couldn't imagine how terrible the consequences would be!

"Your Highness, are you all right?"

After noticing that he looked strange, Rosa asked with concern.

"You must be exhausted from the journey. Please sit down and have a rest and some tea."

Rosa held Xia Mingyu's arm and pulled him to the sofa, then took the teapot and poured a cup of evening tea and wanted to hand it to him, but the pale-faced young man waved his hands to refuse.

"Mrs. Rosa, how many cups of evening tea do you drink a day now?" Xia Mingyu asked nervously.

"I usually don't drink the same tea every day. As for evening tea, I drink a cup every two or three days," Rosa replied.

Upon hearing this, Xia Mingyu's originally tense body suddenly relaxed. He sank into the soft sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Rosa asked in confusion as she watched the young man's nervous and relaxed look.

"There's definitely something wrong with evening tea. We only see memories when we drink it, but most people see the illusions of their deepest desires. Many citizens have become addicted to it, drinking several cups a day regardless of their financial situation."

Xia Mingyu finished speaking in one breath.

"Your Highness, the reason why Dusk Tea has two different effects on people is because of the different protections. Those with the Noble Protection will only see memories after drinking Dusk Tea. This is probably because the Noble Protection also partially protects against hallucinations."

After quietly listening to Xia Mingyu's long speech, Rosa explained patiently.

Xia Mingyu was stunned. He didn't expect that Rosa had already known the difference between the evening tea and the reasons. But if that was the case, why didn't she deal with it?
"Your Highness, the effect of evening tea inducing dreams is not unique. Dream potion can also do the same, but it's expensive and only a very small number of nobles can afford it."

"Those commoners haven't seen much of the world, so it's normal for them to get hooked on dusk tea after accidentally encountering it. But that doesn't mean they've developed what you call a tea addiction. After a while, they'll get tired of it and naturally won't be as enthusiastic as they are now."

"Furthermore, in order to gain prestige and advance to the Crescent rank, Erkus has already lowered the price of tea to just one copper coin per bag. Even if commoners drink several cups a day, it won't be a heavy financial burden."

Rosa said slowly that based on her past experience in governing, she did not think that this tea with an effect similar to that of the dream potion would cause any harm.

After all, those nobles who liked dream potions had never encountered any accidents.

"Excuse me, do you know what opium is and how addictive it is?" Xia Mingyu asked after a moment of silence.

"Opium, addictive. What is that?" Rosa looked puzzled.

Xia Mingyu slapped his forehead suddenly, and he realized an important problem - it seemed that there was no concept of opium in this world!
(End of this chapter)