“No way?” Xiao Yingtao looked up, blinking her round eyes. “His Highness is grinding medicine?”

“Xiao Tian, are your eyes playing tricks on you?” Yue Qinchun frowned, but rose to her feet without thinking.

“It’s really His Highness.” Xiao Tian turned back and pointed outside. “If you don’t believe me, go see for yourselves.”

“No matter how bold Yu Jingfeng is, he wouldn’t dare set his sights on His Highness, and His Highness has no reason to listen to him…” Qiao Mu looked at Feng Jiu’er, raising an eyebrow.

She seemed to be implying that the matter must have something to do with Feng Jiu’er.

“Say what you will, but His Highness looking so down-to-earth is quite a sight.” Xiao Tian’s smile was radiant.

“It really is His Highness—I have to go see this for myself.” Xiao Yingtao handed the little Xiaojiang back to Qiao Mu.

“His Highness is already good-looking—His Highness pushing a millstone must be extra adorable.”

The Prince grinding medicine—a once-in-a-lifetime sight.

“It’s really His Highness, I want to see too.”

“Is His Highness finally descending to the mortal world? I’m going to look too.”

“Xiao Tian, I still think you must have seen wrong.”

“Let’s go look.”

The door of the chamber opened, and seven or eight heads poked out.

“It really is His Highness.”

“Isn’t His Highness being a bit too down-to-earth?”

“He doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, his movements are a bit clumsy.”

“Heavens! His Highness personally came to grind medicine just to please Jiu’er.”

“Jiu’er, come quick and look, it’s really His Highness.”

“A Prince pushing a millstone—this is just too, too, too lovable!”

The women’s voices soon carried into the courtyard.

Yu Jingfeng glanced back at everyone, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, then quickly looked away again.

“Yes, Your Highness, just like that, very good! Keep going.”

The moment his gaze landed on Di Wu Ya, he met Di Wu Ya’s deep, probing look.

Yu Jingfeng coughed lightly and immediately stepped forward to follow Di Wu Ya.

“Your Highness,” he said, lowering his voice as much as possible, “now we just need to wait—once Miss Jiu’er comes out, this subordinate will rush in.”

“By then, with the women of Tianji Hall offering their suggestions, this subordinate believes we’ll surely get what Your Highness wants.”

Di Wu Ya glanced at Yu Jingfeng, lowered his head, and continued pushing the wooden pestle.

Yu Jingfeng took a deep breath, bent down, and grabbed a handful of large medicinal chunks to put into the millstone.

He was a little worried—what if Miss Jiu’er never came out? What then?

Given His Highness’s current expression, if he was willing to keep this up for even the time it took to burn one stick of incense, Yu Jingfeng should already be grateful.

Miss Jiu’er, please! Come out quickly!

The millstone was large; the medicine that needed it were all especially big and tough herbs.

But Di Wu Ya pushed the heavy, stuck pestle without any effort at all.

Yu Jingfeng had guessed right too—there was no way Di Wu Ya would be willing to keep doing something so mindless for long.

Yu Jingfeng kept glancing toward the west wing, trying to catch the eye of the chattering women, then looking away again to grab more medicine for the millstone.

But at that moment, the women’s attention was all fixed on the immortal Prince who had descended to the mortal realm—no one noticed him at all.

When Yu Jingfeng looked up again, he still couldn’t see Feng Jiu’er.

He carefully bent down to grab another handful of medicine, when he heard the sound of the pestle being set down.

“Your Highness, this isn’t what you think.” Yu Jingfeng snapped his head up. “This subordinate didn’t deliberately bring you here to grind medicine…”

Yu Jingfeng swallowed hard and lowered his head.

“Although the task Xue Piao gave me is a bit much for me to handle, I would never dare set my sights on you, would I?”

With a soft thud, he set the medicine down.

“This subordinate will go find Miss Jiu’er right now, immediately.”