Xitong sat in the courtyard, watching the little toddler with short little limbs bustling away with grunts and groans in the medicine garden, the corners of her lips curving slightly.
Naturally, she knew what spirit plants these seeds belonged to, but very often, children needed to discover things for themselves. Besides, she would have planted them anyway. They would find out sooner or later; she only needed to let the child know their value in advance.
This was quite nice.
Chapter 64