Entering the quiet of the third watch, the Imperial Palace study was filled with the scent of ink. The Empress rubbed her throbbing temples, her gaze drawn to the spirit rice in a celadon bowl on her desk.
The rice looked as though it were bathed in moonlight, every single grain wrapped in swirling gold veins. Close up, a faint clicking sound could be heard—the spiritual power was so intense it had actually crystallized into a shell on the surface of the rice grains.
"How marvelous! An ordinary farmer has actually managed to grow such miraculous immortal rice."
Chapter 457