The Uncle Dragon Emperor is Me!

Qing Cang Palace.

A portly middle-aged man was nestled in his garden, jade and gemstone-inlaid scissors in hand. He hunched over, meticulously pruning the flower bed before him. 

Each of the plants was a rarity, some even classified as extinct. Yet, they thrived vibrantly within the confines of his few hundred square meters plot.

Prince Qing Cang, upon finishing with one plant, patted his belly contentedly. "Not bad, not bad," he mumbled, humming a little melody as he strolled towards the next plant. 

The peculiar flowers and herbs in his garden had cost him hundreds of thousands of gold taels. As for the mother qi soil that nurtured these plants, he had spent two-thirds of his wealth acquiring it.

"Your Highness, another letter has arrived from the capital and Prince Bai Liu," a guard reported, approaching Prince Qing Cang.