Jiang Ning prepared to return to where the noble ladies were. The palace roads were winding, but she still remembered the way back, so she had no need to worry.
Halfway along the road, she suddenly heard someone call out to her: "Miss Jiang!"
Jiang Ning stopped and turned her head, seeing that the one who called her was an unfamiliar palace maid.
The Crown Princess pulled Jiang Ning aside, asking her to help examine her pulse.
"I truly did not expect to meet the divine physician in the palace…"
The Crown Princess truly had not expected it. She had thought Jiang Ning was a physician from the common folk, but never imagined she was the daughter of the Marquis’s household. For a noble young lady to possess such skill in medicine—who had she studied under?”
Yan Ruoxi appeared in pure white, calm and ethereal. Born to a minister’s family and trained directly by Physician Ye, she quickly became the one everyone looked up to.
Yan Ruoxi smiled faintly, ready to step aside, when she suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Steadying her gaze, she saw—it was Jiang Ning!
It’s her, the woman with medical knowledge who stays close to Brother Chu!
Manager Tang of the Lotus Restaurant, upon seeing Xu Zhichun and her companions, smiled all the more sincerely and couldn’t help but share: "Miss Xu, we renamed that cold fish skin dish as Cold Tossed Crisp Tripe. It was served yesterday, and the guests who tried it all said it was good. Turning waste into treasure—truly a unique delight."
Xu Zhichun was also glad. "Congratulations, Manager Tang. Hearing you say this, I feel more assured about taking those fifty taels of silver!"
Xu Zhichun, caught between laughter and tears, said: "But——"
"So that’s how it is—does this mean you won’t be allowed to help me with other things in the future?"
If Xu Zhichun refused again, it would seem pretentious. "All right then, thank you very much."
"No need to be polite."
At that moment, A'xuan began to doubt his own charm. Back in Shang Han, he had been the dream husband of every woman in the kingdom.
A'xuan’s words were full of flaws, so Murong Yun’s first reaction upon hearing them was to roll her eyes.
What life‑and‑death bond? Sure, he can kill, but isn’t this guy the one who’d rather guard his donkey‑meat soup than help her fight?
“You…”
Li Su stopped halfway through his question, realizing that at this moment he was not the Li Su the other knew, but a disguised figure—a stranger in their eyes.
Fortunately, at that moment no one dwelled on the fleeting oddity across his face.
