Standing off to the side, Feng Jiu’er couldn’t help but wipe a bead of sweat for little Xiaojiang.

Child, why weren’t you born a daughter? Only three days old and already can’t be allowed to sleep in—how difficult!

Time slipped by, and five days passed.

In Fenglai City, on the usually bustling main street, some signs of life had returned.

Aside from the commoners who’d been hiding during the war and were now beginning to show their faces, there were even more soldiers moving about in plain clothes.

When the Prince entered the city, Yu Jingfeng had chosen the largest, most luxurious separate residence for him.

Feng Jiu’er and the people of Tianji Hall settled into another large mansion not far away.

Her work needed open space, so she’d naturally chosen a place with a big, spacious courtyard.

“Has the third batch of medicinal herbs arrived?” Xiao Yingtao asked, notebook in hand, stepping out of the courtyard.

“It’ll arrive shortly,” said the brother keeping watch outside, cupping his hands in salute. “The fourth and fifth batches are on the way too.”

“Barring any surprises, they should all arrive today.”

“Good.” Xiao Yingtao nodded. “Keep tracking it. If anything comes up, let me know right away.”

“Yes, Miss Xiao.” The brother cupped his hands in acknowledgment.

Xiao Yingtao wrote something in her notebook, then turned to head back.

“Hey.”

Suddenly, a figure startled her into stopping in her tracks.

Xiao Yingtao frowned and looked up. “Miss Yue, what is it?”

“I’m asking you what’s wrong,” Yue Qinchun said, poking Xiao Yingtao’s forehead. “Walking around without even watching where you’re going.”

She turned and stood beside Xiao Yingtao, looking at the notebook in her hands.

“How’s it going? Are the herbs enough? For now, this is all we could gather.”

Xiao Yingtao closed the notebook, glanced at Yue Qinchun, and kept walking.

“Being able to gather this much at a time like this is already remarkable! On everyone’s behalf, thank your parents for me.”

“In war, medicine matters as much as food. Of course I hope it’s enough—better still if no one ever needs to use it.”

“Mm.” Yue Qinchun fell into step beside her. “We’re family—no need to thank me.”

“By the way, the first two batches of herbs have already been sorted and are drying out now. I’ll take you to see.”

“Mm.” Xiao Yingtao nodded. “You’ve worked hard.”

Yue Qinchun said nothing, just curved her lips up in a smile.

The two passed a corner, and everywhere they looked was medicinal herbs, along with busy brothers and sisters at work.

“There are forty-three varieties in total, and I gave you the quantity for each one, right?” Yue Qinchun explained.

“Mm.” Xiao Yingtao nodded slightly. “I’ve recorded it all.”

“Still, once they’re completely dried, the weight will definitely go down. When we collect them, we’ll need to reweigh everything to finalize the actual amounts.”

“Our people at Tianji Hall are the busiest of all! Before the war, during the war, after the war—always busy.”

“But our pay at Tianji Hall is higher than everyone else’s, and the boss is very good to us, so everyone’s willing to work hard.” Yue Qinchun looked rather pleased with herself.

The two walked a circuit through the courtyard where the herbs were drying, then headed toward the other side.

In the courtyard house behind, everyone was equally busy.

The moment they entered, the most eye-catching sight was, right in the middle, a figure turning a millstone.

Yu Jingfeng had his sleeves rolled up, revealing a pair of sturdy arms.

He wiped away his sweat, not even lifting his head, and kept turning the millstone, grinding the large chunks of medicinal herbs inside it.

“Yu Jingfeng,” Yue Qinchun called out softly with a smile.

“Xiao Yingtao, Miss Xiao, you’re here.” Yu Jingfeng looked up. “Jiu’er and Xuepiao and the others are inside.”

“Keep up the good work!” Xiao Yingtao patted Yu Jingfeng’s sturdy shoulder.

“Will do!” Yu Jingfeng smiled.

Just then, a brother’s shout came from outside.

“Lord Yu, why are you still here? The Prince has grown angry! Hurry, go now!”