Xiaoyao wondered if she had said something wrong, but Feng Jinrui had no idea.
But his fourth brother, the prince, wasn't like this before, and he didn't know what had gotten into him.
That night, Feng Yexuan, without even Leng Ji around, banished him outside the tent.
He sat alone inside the tent for the entire night.
Even he felt that there was something wrong with his thoughts.
Why be angry?
It made no sense!
Early the next morning, a low exclamation came from Xiaoyao's tent, "How big!"
So big! So orderly!
This was definitely the most perfect mushroom he had ever seen!
Overnight, it had filled the entire box.
Xiaoyao yawned.
Last night, after Feng Jinrui went back to rest in the late hours, she stayed up watching over her mushrooms.
She woke up several times in the night and basically watched the mushrooms grow bit by bit.
These mushrooms could really be something the commoners try cultivating.