1472 Qingxi Spiritual Bamboo Shoot

Everyone looked down at the rippling water. Sure enough, the water was so incomparably clear that they could barely see any small fishies.

"After all, this Yating Court is just a tiny recreational residence, so how can it house so many people from the palace," Consort Cheng added with a smile.

Jin Hongluan couldn't help but be stunned at this, and she responded with a smile, "Hongluan did not consider the situation thoroughly."

She had only considered how difficult it was for there to be an uncontaminated area in the apocalypse. However, she had neglected to take into account the several hundred concubines in the Northern Mo king's three palaces and six courts, not to mention the numerous eunuchs, royal maids, and royal guards.

Where would they put all those people? The tiny Yating Court might be able to fit the three palaces, but not the six courts…

Queen Zhao waved her hand with a smile, and the group soon arrived at the island while going along with the tide.

After the boat docked, everyone swarmed onto shore as they eagerly followed Queen Zhao into Yating Court.

As this courtyard served as the royal family's recreational residence, it was naturally tended to meticulously on a regular basis.

Since Her Majesty the Queen was bringing guests here today, the manager of the recreational residence had been waiting outside with all the servants since early in the morning.

Seeing that the queen and her party had arrived, he quickly went up to welcome them inside with an obsequious smile.

The manager was a fat and bulky middle-aged man. It looked like his days were usually quite free and unfettered inside this Yating Court.

"Your Majesty, esteemed guests, please follow this humble one." That manager then led everyone inside the court with a smile. "Does everyone want to rest in their rooms, or would you like this humble one to guide esteemed guests on a tour of Yating Court?"

"It hasn't been tiring for us coming here in our carriages, so we shouldn't be tired." Queen Zhao gazed at everyone with a chuckle before saying, "Manager Hu, why don't you guide us around on a short tour of this court."

"Alrighty. After you, Your Majesty, esteemed guests." Manager Hu smiled so widely that there were crease marks on his white and fleshy face.

At this time, a domineering voice spoke up. "This princess has heard that this Yating Court has a kind of bamboo shoot that is extremely delicious. Additionally, eating it will cause one to feel their mystic energy becoming more abundant. Is this true?"

Manager Hu was someone with discerning eyes, and he recognized this person who was trying to pick trouble as the royal family's Fourth Princess Mo Shuang, that infamous unruly princess.

He rapidly nodded and responded obsequiously, "The fourth princess's words are true. However, very few of these spiritual bamboo shoots are produced every year. They have practically disappeared during the past three years especially. The few spiritual bamboo shoots that are produced each year have been presented to the queen dowager and the king."

After saying this, he looked at Fourth Princess Mo Shuang with an awkward and hesitant expression that said "I don't have any spiritual bamboo shoots here."

Reportedly, this fourth princess was a normal person and completely had nothing to do with a mystic cultivator.

Why did she suddenly think of this.

So what if spiritual bamboo shoots could imperceptibly influence and increase one's mystic energy. You don't freakin' even have an ounce of mystic energy in you, so it'd just be wasted on you!

"Where is it." The young crown prince consort gazed curiously at Manager Hu.

When Manager Hu saw this, he rapidly cupped his hands toward the young crown prince consort with an obviously even more sycophantic expression. "Will the crown prince consort please follow this humble one. This humble one can bring all the esteemed guests over to take a look. However, we have not been able to gather any fresh spiritual bamboo shoots this year."

He sighed as he spoke, bringing everyone to the bank of a small stream. He then pointed to the rows of bamboo on the banks and said:

"Your Majesty, esteemed guests, this place is called Qingxi. The spiritual bamboo shoots are over there."