The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Seeing his mother and son both eating it, the Emperor thought he couldn’t not try it himself. Moreover, this radish seemed to have a sweet fragrant aroma and smelled particularly delightful. He quickly picked up a piece, and his eyes immediately lit up.
“Father, your son also wishes to taste it,” Qi Jingyun stood up.
“Well…” At this point, Emperor Xuanjing had already eaten a second piece. Hearing his son’s request, he couldn’t refuse, so he handed a radish to Eunuch Lan, “Divide this among the princes to taste.” He then glanced at the rest of the ministers and pointed to two other radishes, “Divide these for everyone to taste too.”
In truth, many people thought the Empress Dowager praised the radish because Gu Qingheng and his wife had made contributions, and Yang Ruxin had impressively counterattacked Yuan Shi just now. The Emperor was giving face to the Empress Dowager. After all, who hasn’t eaten radish? No matter how delicious, could it possibly turn into a Ginseng Fruit?
So, looking at the small piece they received, many people felt disdain within, but since they couldn’t go against the Emperor, they put it in their mouths with perfunctory hearts.
As a result, once they tasted it, they felt a slap in the face. Damn it, they hadn’t had Ginseng Fruit before, but it probably tasted like this radish, didn’t it?
What amazed them even more was that after consuming a small piece of the radish, they felt a significant comfort throughout their bodies.
Yang Ruxin was very confident about the things from her space, absolutely certain that nothing tasted better than hers. Moreover, the things from her space could change one’s constitution, prominently making one feel invigorated.
Among all the people, only Qi Jingyi was the calmest; he didn’t compete. Why? His relationship with Yang Ruxin was strong. Every time a transport team came, they would bring him melons and vegetables. Hmph, you’ve only tasted the radish, not even the pears, which taste so good you’d want to swallow the seed whole.
Qi Jingrong was sitting beside Qi Jingyi. Seeing his calm demeanor, Qi Jingrong became less calm himself and spoke up, “Eighth Prince, you are familiar with the Gu Family, perhaps you could ask Madam Gu to send more of such delicious fruits and vegetables in the future?”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for the Emperor and the surrounding people to hear.
Qi Jingyi frowned, just about to speak, when Yang Ruxin’s voice interrupted, “Tenth Prince, that’s not right. Aren’t you familiar with us too? Seems like you’ve also hung around at my house for meals… and several beauties have thrown themselves at you, especially my little…”
“Yang Ruxin.” Upon hearing this, Qi Jingrong’s face changed, and he quickly interrupted. If she mentioned Yang Baihe, his image would be ruined, and his father might even scold him.
Yang Ruxin shrugged innocently.
“I was just joking with the Eighth Prince.”
Qi Jingyi immediately looked smug. This was much better than if he had said something himself, as a verbal dispute would undoubtedly anger the father.
Yang Ruxin laughed, “In truth, under heaven, nothing doesn’t belong to the Emperor. Everyone under his realm is his subject. My husband and I are both subjects of the Emperor, more familiar with the Emperor.”
Emperor Xuanjing felt much better after eating the radish, and upon hearing Yang Ruxin’s words, he burst into laughter, “But since you’re familiar with me, only giving ten radishes is a bit stingy, isn’t it?”
“Your Majesty,” Yang Ruxin immediately wore a troubled expression, “This stuff is hard to grow. The potion is difficult to concoct; many herbs used, like century-old ginseng and polygonum multiflorum, are extremely precious…”