Chapter 26: There is a great treasure within the royal palace that can cure your mother

A moment later!

"Perhaps you have a point, Brother Chen."

"But I still wish to return home as soon as possible to fulfill my filial duties. How can the service of others compare to the service of one's own child?"

"For my mother, my absence in the army causes her constant fear and anxiety; for me, I am also constantly worrying about her," Zhao Feng spoke slowly.

The reason Zhao Feng had not focused his thoughts entirely on gaining official rank and promotion was that he was always thinking of returning home; this was also the primary reason he had requested to be assigned to the logistics corps.

Master Chen gave Zhao Feng a helpless look, unsure of what to say.

Since ancient times, the concept of filial piety has been passed down through China, even though they were currently in the Warring States period and had not yet entered the Qin Dynasty, which truly unified humanistic values.

"Are you and your sister twins?" Master Chen asked.

"Yes," Zhao Feng nodded. "Precisely because we are twins, my mother nearly lost her life giving birth to us."

"The physical depletion from childbirth is extremely difficult to replenish, and seeking a permanent cure is even harder. However, I know of a miraculous medicine that can cure it completely and even extend one's lifespan," Master Chen suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng immediately became interested.

Zhao Feng had been reborn into this world for fifteen years. His memories of his past life had returned when he was ten, so he truly regarded his mother in this world as his closest kin.

Seeing his mother's weak and frail state as a child, and her suffering during the cold seasons, had always caused Zhao Feng heartache.

His mother had been a practitioner of medicine herself, so she knew well that such depletion could not be cured, but deep in Zhao Feng's heart, there was a wish to heal her.

"What is this miraculous medicine? Where is it?" Zhao Feng pressed immediately.

"The Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng."

"Have you heard of it?" Master Chen smiled.

"No," Zhao Feng shook his head.

However, Wang Yan, who was standing nearby, gave Master Chen a strange look, but it was only for an instant; she seemed to think of something but did not speak.

"The Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng is kept within the treasury of the Great Qin State. There is only one such plant in the entire world," Master Chen said immediately.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng shot a glance at Master Chen and said irritably, "I say, Brother Chen, what you just said is equivalent to saying nothing at all. If it's kept in the Great Qin treasury, do you expect me to go and steal it from the treasury?"

Though he said this, the thought was actually surging in the depths of Zhao Feng's mind.

*The palace security must be extremely strict, but if my total attributes grow above two thousand in the future, the palace will be like a paper tiger to me!*

*Besides carrying corpses, killing enemies is an even stronger medium for increasing attributes.*

*As long as I keep getting stronger, I will surely have the chance to obtain this Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng in the future,* Zhao Feng thought secretly.

Master Chen smiled at that moment. "Steal the Blood Ginseng from the treasury? You actually have the nerve to say that. The palace is heavily guarded by tens of thousands of Imperial Guards. Forget just you alone; even if tens of thousands of troops attacked, it would be impossible to break through. Furthermore, the treasury is cast from bronze and iron; without the key, it cannot be opened by human strength."

"However, you do have a chance to obtain this Blood Ginseng."

Zhao Feng glanced at him. "Brother Chen, what do you mean by that?"

"It's simple."

"You have already performed great service for Great Qin and the King. You have killed so many enemies and defeated Bao Yuan, who attempted to cut off our army's supply lines. This will make the King remember you."

"Once you perform new meritorious deeds for Great Qin and slay a few more enemy generals, it is not impossible for this priceless Blood Ginseng to be bestowed upon you," Master Chen said with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhao Feng understood.

"Brother Chen, you're trying to get me to accept the transfer peacefully, aren't you?" Zhao Feng smiled faintly.

"You kid think too much; that is not a good thing on the battlefield. A moment of distraction on the battlefield can cost you your life. Although I have only known you for a few days, I accept you as my little brother."

"And I am not talking nonsense. Although the Blood Ginseng is a precious treasure of Great Qin, the current King is a sage and a brilliant ruler. If you truly reach a certain position in the future and he learns that your mother needs the Blood Ginseng for her illness, the King surely will not refuse," Master Chen said smilingly.

"The King of Qin is indeed a sage and brilliant ruler," Zhao Feng nodded in agreement.

In this current era, the brilliance of the King of Qin might only be understood by his ministers.

But in later generations, the fame of Qin Shi Huang would be passed down through the ages, eternal for all time.

Who would dare say he was a mediocre ruler?

"This Blood Ginseng is also a glimmer of hope for you to fulfill your filial duty by curing your mother."

"The key point I want to make is this."

"If the King truly issues an edict to transfer you to the main combat camp, no citizen of Great Qin would dare to disobey. To defy a royal edict is equivalent to treason, punishable by the execution of your entire clan."

"Under royal power, all officials are subjects; no one can defy it."

"Even if you wish to refuse, you cannot disobey," Master Chen spoke slowly again, carrying a silent awe for royal authority.

This was an era where royal power was supreme.

Under royal power, all were but ants.

Regarding Master Chen's words, Zhao Feng nodded calmly.

As a reborn individual who knew thousands of years of history, Zhao Feng did not possess that same level of awe toward royal power; of course, his own strength was also a form of reliance.

Royal power was indeed powerful!

When a monarch is enraged, corpses lie for a thousand miles.

From ancient times to the present, this was not an empty boast, but a fact.

One sentence alone revealed the absolute authority held by a monarch.

"I will keep your advice in my heart, Brother Chen."

"This Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng—I will have it," Zhao Feng smiled, and then spoke with great determination.

Just as Master Chen said, if the King of Qin truly issued an edict to transfer him to the main camp, Zhao Feng would have no way to disobey.

A deserter?

He would be demoted to hard labor and die of exhaustion.

He might be able to flee to another country, or even beyond the Divine Land, but what about his mother and sister?

Zhao Feng naturally saw through this clearly. Since he could not disobey, he could only comply.

Moreover, the Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng Master Chen mentioned was indeed what Zhao Feng wanted. A treasure of the Qin State to cure his mother—this had always been the wish in the depths of Zhao Feng's heart.

"It is good that you can think it through."

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Master Chen also smiled.

He was truly afraid that Zhao Feng was an ignorant, hot-headed youth.

Seeing that Zhao Feng seemed to have come to terms with it, Wang Yan also breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"However, before the transfer order arrives, I still have to hang around with Brother Chen for a while," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"I'd be delighted."

"If the transfer order doesn't come for a month, you stay with me for a month. If it doesn't come for two months, you stay for two months!" Master Chen laughed loudly.

"Alright." Zhao Feng was also very happy.

Treating and saving lives in the wounded camp was even more something Zhao Feng looked forward to than going to the front lines to kill enemies.

Killing on the battlefield and saving lives were two opposite extremes. Watching wounded soldiers being brought back to life by his own hands, while also earning merit, was something Zhao Feng enjoyed.

"Thank you for delivering the message, Military Marquis."

"Brother Zhao and I still need to treat the wounded, and the smell of blood in the camp is too heavy. You should head back first," Master Chen turned and smiled at Wang Yan.