Chapter 41: Father, Yu Yu Wants to Be a Salted Fish

“We trust the Medical Immortal.” Lin Zhi shoved the box into the Medical Immortal’s hands.

“Thank you.” The Medical Immortal said little else and left with the Divine Moon Flower.

Yu Yu rested her chin on her father’s lap, happily shaking her head.

Father can finally see!

Feng Xiaohan patted his daughter’s little head.

“From now on, you won’t have to work hard every day.”

“Mmhm, Yu Yu will have more time to spend with Father!”

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaohan felt very pleased.

The Medical Immortal spent two days turning the Divine Moon Flower into a small bottle of pills, writing the dosage and timing on a little note before finding Huahua.

“Could you please help me deliver this to him?”

Huahua took the medicine bottle and shook it lightly.

“Why don’t you deliver it yourself?”

“I made a promise to him that we wouldn’t meet again.” The Medical Immortal smiled, though his smile was somewhat bitter.

“Fine, given how nice you are to my Yu Yu, I’ll help you with this.” Huahua decided to lend a hand.

What was more important was that she was genuinely curious about the complicated relationship between the Medical Immortal and him.

Why had they made a promise not to meet again?

“Thank you.” The Medical Immortal slightly bowed in gratitude before leaving.

Yu Yu had been living comfortably in the Prince’s Mansion these past two days, waking up naturally, having breakfast, and after breakfast, Qing’an would take her for strolls around the mansion. After wandering around, Yan Chuan would come to play with her, and they would have a hearty meal at noon.

Feng Xiaohan watched as his daughter lay on the couch, her legs crossed, leisurely sipping juice.

He reached out to pat her leg.

“Put your legs down.”

“Oh.” Yu Yu obediently lowered her short legs.

She sprawled out like a lazy pancake.

Feng Xiaohan poked at his sprawled daughter.

“Get up, I’ll teach you to practice writing.”

“No!” Yu Yu refused with a little pout.

“Yu Yu can write.”

“Your handwriting is so terrible that even Cangjie would find it hard to suppress his coffin lid.” Feng Xiaohan was not against his daughter playing; he merely feared she would get used to this unambitious lifestyle, making it hard to change in the future.

With his current status and power, he could certainly allow his daughter to lead such a leisurely life, doing whatever she wanted.

But what about after he was gone? Even if he left her power and wealth, if she lacked the ability to maintain it, it would all be in vain.

He had climbed up from the bottom and understood how important it was to have capability. He could allow his daughter to stand on his shoulders, even on his head, to rise higher, but he could not let her settle for a comfortable life as a princess who knew nothing.

His daughter should be a woman of wisdom and courage, proud and fearless, wielding power and wealth.

Only then could she truly grasp her own destiny in this era and live the life she desired.

Because he deeply understood how unfair and harsh this era was to women, he wanted his daughter to have the right to refuse such unfairness and harshness.

This might be the greatest gift he could leave for her.

“Get up.” Feng Xiaohan reached out to lift his daughter up.

Yu Yu sighed.

“Father, Yu Yu wants to be a salted fish.”

“A salted fish?” Feng Xiaohan didn’t understand why his daughter wanted to be a salted fish.

Isn’t a salted fish just a fish that is salted and dried? What’s so desirable about that?

“Yes, because salted fish don’t have to flip over; they just lie there.” Yu Yu said solemnly.

Feng Xiaohan began to realize that his daughter wasn’t talking about an edible salted fish but using it as a metaphor.

“Who told you that?” Feng Xiaohan raised an eyebrow at his daughter, half-smiling.

“Brother Youqian,” Yu Yu replied, noticing her father’s smile.

Uh-oh, Father might be upset.

“Father, Yu Yu won’t be a salted fish anymore.” Yu Yu quickly ran over to the desk.

Feng Xiaohan picked up his daughter and held her hand, teaching her to write stroke by stroke.

“This is Yu Yu’s name.” Yu Yu looked at the three bold and vigorous characters on the paper.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the writing, nodding in satisfaction.

He planned to frame it and hang it up alongside his daughter’s writing.

Feng Xiaohan held his daughter’s hand, teaching her to write.

After a while, Yu Yu’s hand started to feel sore.

“Father, I don’t want to practice anymore; my hand is sore.”

“Alright.” Feng Xiaohan allowed his daughter to rest.

Yu Yu trotted off to play with her brother.

In Weiliang Courtyard, Lin Zhi sat by the window, intently reading a medical book.

“Brother Lin Zhi.” Before Yu Yu even arrived, her soft and sweet voice came first.

Lin Zhi looked up from his book, a hint of a smile appearing on his normally cold and indifferent brows.

“Yu Yu is here.”

“Yes.” Yu Yu trotted in, happily waving her little hand at her brother.

“Yu Yu came to play with brother.”

Lin Zhi leaned on his cane and walked out.

“Shanyao, bring some fruits and snacks that Yu Yu likes.”

“Yes.”

The siblings wanted to bask in the sun, as the autumn sun was a rare sight, so they sat on the stone steps.

Shanyao brought over the fruits and snacks and placed them beside them. Then, he went to fetch two cushions for them to sit on.

Lin Zhi peeled a watermelon seed for his sister.

“Brother, can we make little clay figures?” Yu Yu wanted to play with clay.

“Alright.” Lin Zhi gave his sister a handful of seeds and then instructed Shanyao to fetch some clay.

Yu Yu put all the seeds her brother gave her in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a little squirrel storing food.

Lin Zhi looked at his adorable sister and reached out to stroke her little head.

The sunlight shone on them, creating a warm and cozy scene.

Shanyao brought the clay.

Yu Yu and Lin Zhi began to mold clay figures.

Lin Zhi carefully molded a clay figure in the likeness of his sister, using a bamboo knife to meticulously refine the details.

After a while, Lin Zhi looked at the little clay figure in his palm with satisfaction.

“Yu Yu, see if it looks like you.”

Yu Yu looked up at the lifelike clay figure in her brother’s hand.

“It does, it’s prettier than Father’s.” Yu Yu secretly criticized her father.

“Feng Wuyu, are you talking about your father behind his back again?” Feng Xiaohan’s voice echoed.

Yu Yu quickly covered her mouth.

“Heehee, Father, you’re here!” Yu Yu grinned at her father in a flattering manner.

“Greetings, Regent Prince.” Lin Zhi stood up and bowed.

“No need for formalities.”

Feng Xiaohan bent down and picked up the clay figure his daughter had made, bursting out laughing.

“Is this your brother?” Feng Xiaohan shook the abstract clay figure his daughter had made, a smile in his eyes.

“Yes.” Yu Yu nodded.

Lin Zhi looked at the clay figure his sister had made of him. He was certain that his sister and the Regent Prince were definitely father and daughter, both unable to do this kind of craft work.

“It’s quite good, unique in style.” Lin Zhi praised his sister with high emotional intelligence.

Hearing her brother’s praise, Yu Yu immediately puffed up her chest and looked at her father with pride.

See, brother said I did a good job.

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that familial affection had blurred his adopted son’s vision.

“Father, make one too.” Yu Yu put a lump of clay in her father’s hand.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the clay, intently molding it.

This time, he was determined to show his daughter his true clay-molding skills. Her father was a man who excelled in all eighteen martial arts.

Every parent hopes to be seen as an all-powerful figure in their daughter’s eyes.

But everyone has flaws. We can be skilled in politics and strategy, adept in warfare, learned and talented, a flourishing and handsome Regent Prince, but the great Regent Prince was surprisingly inept at crafts.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the clay figure he had molded. Why wouldn’t this hand obey him?

Lin Zhi and Yu Yu secretly covered their mouths and laughed at their father’s bewildered expression.

Feng Xiaohan hid the imperfect clay figure in his sleeve, pretending nothing had happened.

“Alright, wash your hands; we’re going to have dinner soon.”

Then, he had Qing’an push him away.

As Feng Xiaohan stepped out the door, he heard a burst of laughter.

Lin Zhi had never seen the Regent Prince like this before and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.