In the afternoon, the rain cleared. Leng Yu Yan went to the medicine field again to gather herbs, and Ye Yiheng, worried, insisted on accompanying her. Because it had rained, the ridge was slippery and the fields were muddy, making it quite difficult to walk through. Although Leng Yu Yan was the Pavilion Master, whenever she was at Linqing Pavilion, she often moved through the fields. Even on the narrow paths of the ridge right after the rain, she could walk with ease. On the contrary, Ye Yiheng, who had followed her, was constantly swaying from side to side with his tall figure. Leng Yu Yan slightly frowned and stood at one end of the ridge, tilting her head to look at him. "I’ve come this far, and Your Highness is still five yards away from me." Earlier when they had set out, someone had said they would take care of her, and she had said there was no need. He had insisted, saying that he had regained his sight and could take care of her if anything happened to her in the field. Unexpectedly, walking alone proved challenging for him. "This path is too narrow; it gets slippery after the rain. It was fine yesterday when it was sunny, but today it’s really hard to walk," Ye Yiheng explained aloud, then muttered under his breath, "Couldn’t the path be a bit wider." Leng Yu Yan shook her head, "This path is called a ridge, it not only allows people to walk on it, but plants can also be grown on the sides. Most importantly, it helps in water retention, and it serves as a boundary between fields." "Has the Crown Prince ever been to the fields before?" she asked with a slight smile, "The fields are precious, usually, the ridges are quite narrow." Ye Yiheng choked, unexpectedly being schooled by her. Well, he indeed knew very little about the fields. Twisting his foot, and attaching inner strength to the sole, Ye Yiheng eventually walked easily to her side and sighed, "Being a medicine farmer isn’t easy, the fields have their own science, even walking does, it seems being a Divine Doctor is even harder." Leng Yu Yan smiled lightly, "The title of Divine Doctor wasn’t self-proclaimed. My medical skill isn’t miraculous enough to reach the realm of immortals; I’m just the Linqing Pavilion Master." "But everyone only knows that the Linqing Pavilion Master is the Divine Doctor, and the Divine Doctor is the Linqing Pavilion Master," he said, then asked, "The old man, and his sons all came to seek medical help, aren’t you afraid they might get furious and take action against the Linqing Pavilion..." He didn’t finish his sentence, but Leng Yu Yan picked up, "Overthrow the Linqing Pavilion?" Ye Yiheng’s lips formed a thin line, and he nodded. Leng Yu Yan spoke frankly, "The thought that occurred to Your Highness has occurred to them as well; that’s why I have to conceal my identity. But I think they wouldn’t dare for the time being. Anyone who acts against the Linqing Pavilion, I will consider as an enemy." Ye Yiheng smiled, "Then I should feel fortunate that I haven’t taken action against Linqing Pavilion." Leng Yu Yan laughed along, "The fields are particularly muddy after the rain; Your Highness, be careful as you walk, don’t slip." With that, she continued walking forward. Both of them entered among the medicinal plants, Ye Yiheng intently watched her delicate and fair hands picking the herbs. For some, she only picked the leaves, for others, just the flowers. He understood none of these herbs’ properties, so he watched even more intently. When her hands were full, he moved the medicine basket closer to her, and Leng Yu Yan smiled knowingly and put the herbs she held into it. "Why do I feel this has a bit of a wife leading the husband vibe?" Ye Yiheng laughed along, his tone tender and indulgent, "I follow you." Suddenly, a buzzing sound was heard near his ear, he was about to turn his head but Leng Yu Yan grabbed his hand, "Don’t move, this is a poisonous hornet." Hearing it was poisonous, Ye Yiheng quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. As the hornet flew lower, he lifted his foot to stomp. But forgetting the mud in the field, he slipped, and someone fell backwards. Leng Yu Yan didn’t have time to cry out, as being pulled by him, she fell too. With a dull thud, the two of them fell face-to-face onto the field. Then came their laughter. While laughing, their eyes met. The air seemed to freeze at that moment... Leng Yu Yan hurriedly averted her gaze, asking softly, "Are you alright, did the fall hurt?" "It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt. What about you?" His voice was deep and low. Leng Yu Yan pursed her lips: "It doesn’t hurt." Her hands were bracing against his chest, and she felt quite uneasy as she lay on top of him. Just as she was about to get up, he suddenly hugged her tightly. "Yanyan, let’s say, if I could not retain the title of Crown Prince nor inherit the Tiancheng throne, would your Linqing Pavilion be willing to shelter me?" His eyes were intense, seemingly eagerly awaiting her response. Leng Yu Yan smiled sweetly and pinched his chin like he often did: "For such a handsome man, this Pavilion Master would naturally be willing to offer shelter." Hearing this, Ye Yiheng chuckled softly. Leng Yu Yan pressed her fingers harder against his chin: "Then you’ll be an attendant, are you willing?" Ye Yiheng’s eyes narrowed slightly—did she realize how seductive her actions were to him? "Why aren’t you answering?" Leng Yu Yan moved her fingers to his face and pinched it. Ye Yiheng’s eyes darkened, and he lifted his hand to clasp the back of her head, sealing her crimson lips tightly. The sudden kiss stunned Leng Yu Yan, especially since this place was the medicine field. The rain had stopped, and the Pavilion Members would come to tend to the herbs. Panicked, she stretched her hand to pound on him. But unexpectedly, his kiss was extremely gentle, lingering, and flirtatious. She helplessly closed her eyes... Suddenly, footsteps sounded, particularly clear on the ground where they lay, and Leng Yu Yan abruptly opened her eyes. Ye Yiheng had already heard them and, sensing the footsteps drawing nearer, released her lips and helped her up. After getting up, they exchanged smiles. His back was covered in mud, and Leng Yu Yan’s condition wasn’t much better—her skirt hem was muddy. Fortunately, the basket was deep enough, and the herbs inside were not spilled. Just then, a Pavilion Member shouted, "Pavilion Master and Your Highness, what happened? You both are covered in mud?" This shout prompted the following Pavilion Members to catch up quickly, a group gathering around them and then starting to chatter— "The Crown Prince’s back is all muddy; he must have fallen on the ground. The Pavilion Master is okay, just mud on the skirt hem; she must have fallen on top of His Highness." "That means the Crown Prince is protective, even using himself as a cushion to protect the Pavilion Master even in a fall." Hearing this, Leng Yu Yan swiftly pulled Ye Yiheng away. The Pavilion Members’ voices softly drifted— "The Crown Prince must be someone who cares for others." "I think so too. The Pavilion Master came out to pick herbs, and despite being the Crown Prince, he followed." "Do you think the Pavilion Master intentionally fell to test His Highness?" "That makes sense; this way she could observe his reflexes and judge whether he is caring!" As Leng Yu Yan walked quickly, she occasionally glared at the person beside her: "Now I have reasons to suspect Your Highness intentionally fell." Ye Yiheng raised a hand: "Truly wronged." Seeing mud even in his hair, she sighed, "Forget about this, let’s go back and wash up." The pair had just reached the main hall when Miao Zhu called out, "My goodness, Commandery Princess, were you and His Highness rolling around in the field?" "Rolling around?" Leng Yu Yan frowned. Miao Zhu walked over and pointed at Ye Yiheng’s back: "Your Highness’s back and arms are all muddy, and the Commandery Princess only has mud on the skirt hems. If it’s not that His Highness was holding the Commandery Princess and rolling in the mud, then what else could it be?"