"What nonsense are you saying? We just had a fall," Leng Yu Yan’s lips twitched, "Aren’t you going to prepare some hot water? I need to wash." Miao Zhu agreed and ordered someone to heat water. Leng Yu Yan turned her head to glare at a certain someone, then immediately headed for her room. Song Guo, who had been holding back a smile at her master’s side, stepped forward and took the medicine basket from His Highness’s hand. She asked cheerily, "Your Highness is in a good mood?" Embracing the Commandery Princess and rolling in the mud—how deep Prince Zhenbei’s thoughts must be. His usual fastidiousness about cleanliness—why did it not show earlier? Ye Yiheng glanced at Song Guo and remained silent. Song Guo asked again, "What does it feel like, lying in the mud, Your Highness?" Ye Yiheng still did not speak, and instead kept walking towards the guest room. Soft, fragrant, warmth filling the embrace. He had long forgotten the mud on his back, only aware of the look of surprise on the young girl who fell onto him. Shortly after, the hot water was ready, and Leng Yu Yan immersed her entire body, along with her head, in the water. At that moment in the medicine field, his deep eyes like the sea, as if they wanted to swallow her whole. And the fleeting wolfish gleam in those slender phoenix eyes caused her heart to race faster just thinking about it now, as if it was on the verge of breaking her ribs. Why did he show that kind of look in his eyes? Leng Yu Yan lifted her head out of the water, wiped her face, and pondered again. The person earlier bought a pile of jade—could it be that he harbored ill intentions? Suddenly, her heart became somewhat chaotic. Should she find an opportunity to have a proper talk with him? Just tell him that she does not disdain him, and he need not feel guilty for his physical defects. Their relationship could be a very pure one—of course, they would still look after each other’s interests! Simple acts of affection were enough for her, and she didn’t yearn for more. Of course, she was averse to "more," so perhaps it would be better not to discuss it with him. When it came to dreams, it was best left unmentioned. Having decided on what to say, she began to think about the right opportunity to speak. Should she go now, or on the wedding night? Talking on the wedding night seemed most appropriate. By then, they would be husband and wife, and many things could be discussed openly, which would benefit their married life! In the guest room, Ye Yiheng, just like the previous night, still bathed in cold water. Song Guo once again marveled at Leng Yu Yan’s medical skill—His Highness had taken cold baths for two consecutive days, yet the cold disease that used to be triggered, now showed no sign at all. Truly a Divine Doctor! After bathing, Leng Yu Yan, together with Miao Zhu, gathered the needed herbs, along with those treasured in the dispensary, and worked through the night to make Detoxification Pills. Since many herbs needed to be dried and ground, the process of making Detoxification Pills was relatively complicated. Two days later, the Detoxification Pills made exclusively for Ye Yiheng were finally finished, and Leng Yu Yan put the pills in a Small Jade Bottle. Just as she was focusing on naming the pills, a conversation was heard from outside. "The Commandery Princess has been busy these past two days. None of the Pavilion Members dares to disturb her, nor does His Highness dare to come," Song Guo whispered to Miao Zhu, "How is the preparation of the medicine progressing?" Miao Zhu glanced at the firmly shut door of the dispensary: "I’m not sure either." Leng Yu Yan chuckled and shook her head, then called out to the outside, "Song Guo, please come in for a moment." Upon hearing her, the two outside pushed open the door. "Commandery Princess, your orders?" Song Guo hurriedly approached. Leng Yu Yan handed over the Small Jade Bottle, "Take this to His Highness. These Detoxification Pills are formulated for the toxins in his body, I just haven’t named them yet." Song Guo held the Small Jade Bottle and tucked it carefully into her breast as if it was a treasure. She joyfully said, "Alright, I will take this to His Highness immediately." As she spoke, she turned and was about to dash off. "Hold on!" Leng Yu Yan called out to him, "Tell His Highness to pack up, we should begin our journey back to the capital." "So soon?" Song Guo exclaimed in surprise. The scenery of the Linqing Pavilion was beautiful, with clouds and mists swirling around, it felt like being in a fairyland. Such a wonderful place it was that His Highness and his underlings, including myself, liked it very much; we wished we could stay a few more days. Miao Zhu bluntly said, "The Imperial Examination isn’t far away now, and our Commandery Princess has to take part in it." "Yes, yes, yes, I almost forgot about it," Song Guo nodded, clutching the Small Jade Bottle in her bosom and hurriedly walked out. Leng Yu Yan tidied up the medicine-making tools on his desk, then instructed Miao Zhu, "You go prepare the luggage as well." "Right away, this maid will go pack," she replied. "Leave a message for Chun Liu Xia Tao." "This maid understands!" And so, having had their midday meal at the Linqing Pavilion, the group set off for the capital. The straight-line distance from the Linqing Pavilion to the capital city was not particularly far; coupled with the fact that Ye Yiheng had arranged for Mo Chen, Ruofeng, and Song Guo to take turns driving the carriage, they proceeded day and night and reached the capital in just a few days. Passing through the city gate, the horse carriage headed straight for the Prince Zhenbei Mansion. Elsewhere, the people Ye Zhenxian had sent to the Linqing Pavilion also returned to the Prince Xian Mansion. Upon hearing the news, Yu Yinglei hurried to Ye Zhenxian’s study. Inside the study, Ye Zhenxian’s face was stern as he shouted at the people kneeling below, "You’ve returned without any achievements again?" "Yes, Prince," they all said in unison. Ye Zhenxian sneered, "At least you are honest!" The one in the lead said, "Prince, although the Pavilion Members of Linqing Pavilion are generally not skilled, they are quite numerous and rely on the geographical advantage. We really are no match for them." Ye Zhenxian slapped the table, causing the pen holder on the table to shake. "Did you fail to deliver the invitation I personally wrote?" "We delivered it, and they accepted it." Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenxian took a deep breath and slowly sat down, "If he is a Divine Doctor, then he must have exceptional wisdom. I clearly stated my identity in the invitation. A wise man adapts to circumstances, and if he is indeed wise, he would do so." There was still some time before the date mentioned in the invitation, so he decided to patiently wait. With this thought in mind, he said to the people kneeling below, "Return to the Linqing Pavilion and be sure to wait for the Divine Doctor’s response!" If the Divine Doctor agreed, he would naturally pay a visit. If the Divine Doctor showed no response, he would take it as implicit consent and, despite feeling shameless, would knock on his door. Just then, the man in the lead lowered his head and said, "Prince, shortly after we delivered the invitation, we were informed that the Divine Doctor is no longer in the pavilion." "Not there?" Ye Zhenxian stood up abruptly, "Where has he gone?" "They say he’s gone on a tour, enjoying the mountains and waters." "Where in Tiancheng?" "They say he’s not in Tiancheng." Ye Zhenxian grabbed the inkstone and teacup from the table and threw them to the ground. Crackling and thudding sounds echoed one after the other. When Yu Yinglei reached the doorway of the study, she happened to encounter several guards covering their faces and heads as they came out. "Princess Consort," they greeted. The men quickly paid their respects and then left in disarray. Yu Yinglei entered with a frown, and seeing the mess in the study, she questioned Ye Zhenxian with a delicate tone, "Why is the Prince so angry?" Seeing her, Ye Zhenxian’s angry expression softened a bit, but he still complained, "That Divine Doctor really doesn’t know what’s good for him; at his age, wasting his time enjoying the mountains and waters. If he could cure me, what wealth and honor could he not have?" Yu Yinglei swayed to his side, then promptly sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, her breath as fragrant as orchids, "If the Divine Doctor is , it means he must have real skills. Perhaps he really can cure you."