Who would have thought, the next moment—

Jingrong directly shook off her hand and said, “Miss Mujin is an intelligent person and should naturally understand the principle that a virtuous person does not envy mandarin ducks. This prince accepts your kind intentions, but you and I are not of the same path. Please understand this.”

As his words fell, Mujin’s body stumbled back several steps, her slender eyes widening considerably.

She could only watch helplessly as Jingrong departed!

Her own hand remained suspended in midair.

She was a renowned beauty in Anfu, and also a famous talented woman. Countless men had presented her with poems, all just to win a smile from her fragrant heart.

Yet this prince kept people a thousand miles away.

Lang Bo stood rooted to the spot, hesitating about whether to leave. His feet shuffled for quite a while before he temporarily remained.

He said kindly to Mujin, “Miss Mujin, His Highness has important matters to attend to. You should return first.”

“…”

Although Lang Bo was a rough man, seeing her heart rejected, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of sympathy.

He sighed, and decided—

To change the subject, pointing at the spilled item on the ground, “What is this? Why is it so fragrant?”

“…”

Mujin did not respond to him.

Her gaze remained fixed on Jingrong’s departing figure in the distance.

Lang Bo felt so awkward!

Scratching his head with an embarrassed laugh, he said, “Actually, Miss Mujin, to tell you the truth, His Highness already has someone in his heart, so…”

That’s why he rejected you.

But before he could finish speaking—

“Is it that Master Ji from just now?”

Eh?

Lang Bo’s body stiffened!

He quickly explained, “Miss Mujin, please don’t misunderstand. Master Ji is a man. What I meant to say was…”

“His Highness looks at her differently. I suppose I should address that Master Ji as Miss Ji, shouldn’t I?”

How could she not see it?

She had noticed it as early as the Lantern Festival!

Uh!

Lang Bo’s mouth had always been clumsy.

He didn’t know what to say.

Mujin smiled bitterly, “I understand now.”

She then pulled out a package from her sleeve and handed it to Lang Bo. “This is the cold-dispelling tea I brought. Please give it to your prince.”

“This…”

Mujin swayed her somewhat dispirited body and left.

Lang Bo watched her, feeling very uncomfortable inside!

It was an indescribable feeling.

These past two days, they had been together constantly. Although Mujin was well-read and everything she said was classical and scholarly, if he could never hear it again, he felt disappointed.

Sigh—

He let out a heavy sigh.

Holding the cold-dispelling tea in his hand, he stood stiffly in place for quite a while.

…

As soon as Ji Yunshu arrived outside Wei Yi’s room, the maid at the door who took umbrellas said joyfully, “Master Ji, Young Master Wei has awakened.”

She nodded.

And went inside.

In the room, Wei Yi lay on the bed. His fair face still carried a sickly pallor, and those clear eyes were open, staring motionlessly at the white gauze canopy hanging slightly above.

His gaze seemed dazed, yet revealed a sense of dissatisfied spirit.

Extremely bright!

Muruo sat at the bedside. First he took his pulse for a while, then began pressing on his hands and body.

While asking, “Does it hurt here?”

Wei Yi did not answer.

“What about here?”

No answer!

“Then here?”

Still no answer!

No answer meant no pain.

Muruo breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, “You little rascal truly have great fortune. You couldn’t even die from this. You’re fine now. Rest well for a few days. I’ll prescribe a few more doses of good medicine to strengthen your body and health. I guarantee that in three days you’ll be jumping around like before. Then we can set off too. Staying in Anfu has already delayed us for quite a long time.”

After speaking, he put away the medicine box at hand, stood up, walked to the table, and began writing prescriptions.

He also lifted his eyes to glance at Ji Yunshu who had entered, saying, “He’s awake. You don’t need to be worried and frowning all day anymore.”

Ji Yunshu did not respond to his words.

She walked to the bedside and sat down, gently grasping Wei Yi’s broad yet ice-cold palms.

She called out, “Wei Yi.”

Hearing this, Wei Yi’s previously motionless eyes finally reacted. They blinked a few times before he turned his head to meet Ji Yunshu’s gaze.

A smile gradually spread across his dry, pale lips.

His eyes were not dull and lifeless as before, but instead carried a spiritual energy and gathered light.

His Adam’s apple rolled up and down for a long time before he slowly uttered, “Shu’er.”

“I’m here.”

Probably crying tears of joy, Ji Yunshu’s tears fell along her eyes, landing precisely on the back of Wei Yi’s hand.

His hand moved slightly, lifting up to touch Ji Yunshu’s palm-sized face. His slender fingers caressed her trembling eye corners, gently wiping away that trail of tears.

“Shu’er, don’t cry. I’m fine.”

His voice was weak yet somewhat resonant.

“Promise me, Wei Yi, you can never do this again. If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life.”

“Shu’er, don’t cry, don’t cry…”

“I’m not crying. I’m crying because I’m happy you woke up.” She smiled and held back her tears.

Wei Yi’s face constantly bore a warm, jade-like smile. That smile was like a ray of spring sunlight, making people feel very comfortable and at ease…

After Muruo finished writing a prescription, he directly handed it to the maid.

“Go fetch the medicine.”

“All right.” The maid grabbed the slip and left.

Muruo twisted his sore neck and walked out the door.

Outside, Jingrong stood with his back turned under the eaves, head raised, looking at the mass of dark clouds overhead.

Muruo didn’t call out to him, but simply walked to his side and began washing his hands with water from the eaves.

Quite cheerfully.

He didn’t forget to say with a frown, “This water is really cold, colder than the weather.”

There was clearly meaning behind his words!

Jingrong didn’t look at him, still gazing at the dark clouds overhead.

After Muruo finished washing his hands and wiped them clean with a handkerchief, he squinted at him with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He asked, “Is your heart warm?”

His tone full of teasing.

Jingrong shot him a sidelong glance.

He said, “If you have something to say, say it.”

“If not for me, Master Ji wouldn’t have gone to find you. I suppose you’ve told her all your concerns, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here.”

“Yes.”

“Yes? What does this ‘yes’ mean?”

Jingrong had absolutely no desire to deal with him!

Muruo laughed a few times and let it go.

Then he also looked up at the dark clouds overhead, his expression becoming grave as he said, “I don’t know if this is good or bad.”

Hm?

Jingrong turned his head, glancing at him strangely.

“What do you mean?”

“Perhaps this is heaven’s arrangement. That boy Wei Yi has great fortune and a long life. He couldn’t even die from a sharp sword piercing through his chest. Unexpectedly, his illness has also improved.”

Jingrong’s expression suddenly froze!

He seemed to understand something.

“The illness you’re referring to, you mean…”

Before he could finish speaking!

That crazy girl Tang Si appeared from who knows where, her body directly inserting itself between the two men, forcibly squeezing them aside.

Then she followed their example, learning from Muruo’s actions, and began washing her hands with water from the eaves.

While tilting her head to ask Muruo, “Is this water clean?”

Muruo found her annoying. In a sullen, muffled voice, he said, “This is rootless water, specifically used as a medicine primer.”

“Rootless water? What is that?”

“It’s rainwater.”

Tang Si snorted coldly, “Rainwater is rainwater. What ‘rootless water’? You Central Plains people always like to speak in such a flowery manner.”

After speaking, she cheerfully continued washing her hands.

The three stood side by side, tall on both sides, short in the middle—the scene appeared quite comical!