Yu Jingfeng’s head snapped up so fast he nearly lost his grip. “Why has the Prince grown angry?”

“Don’t know,” the brother said, shaking his head. “Just get back there first.”

“Right, at once.” Yu Jingfeng set down the wooden pole and turned.

He walked into the side room and asked whoever he saw, “Where’s Xuepiao?”

“Sister Xuepiao’s inside, second room. Looks like they’re having a meeting,” someone answered.

Yu Jingfeng strode in, and only when he could clearly see the state of the room did he stop.

Inside, Feng Jiu’er and about a dozen others were gathered around a table, in the middle of a meeting.

Yu Jingfeng’s appearance forced the meeting to pause, and everyone turned to look outside almost at once.

“Sorry! Miss Jiu’er.” Yu Jingfeng scratched the back of his head and immediately bowed with cupped hands.

“What’s going on?” Feng Jiu’er asked.

“I need a word with Xuepiao.” Yu Jingfeng seemed to be seeking Feng Jiu’er’s permission.

Feng Jiu’er waved a hand and lowered her head to sort through the documents in her hands.

Meetings like this, about developing medicine, were held often at Tianji Hall, and there wasn’t much secrecy to them—the door usually didn’t need to be shut.

Yu Jingfeng coming in wasn’t really a breach of anything.

“Much obliged, Miss Jiu’er.” Yu Jingfeng cupped his hands again, went over to Leng Xuepiao’s side, and crouched down.

“Xuepiao, the Prince has summoned me back. I have to go now,” he said softly.

“Go on then.” Leng Xuepiao nodded slightly, not looking at Yu Jingfeng.

Yu Jingfeng stood up with a smile. Even if he still ranked below medicinal herbs in Xuepiao’s heart, just being able to be with her was enough to satisfy him.

“Sorry, everyone.” Yu Jingfeng cupped his hands once more and turned to leave, looking pleased.

Once Feng Jiu’er and the others had walked some distance, she finally asked, “Well? Anything you don’t understand? Ask now.”

“No problems here.”

“Me neither.”

“Jiu’er, I’ve got no problems either.”

Feng Jiu’er looked around and got nearly the same answer from everyone.

Finally, she closed the documents in her hands and stood up.

“Good, meeting adjourned!”

“Jiu’er, I think I know why the Prince wants Yu Jingfeng,” Xiao Tian said with a smile, standing up.

“He…”

“Why?” Xiao Yingtao looked up, asking casually.

“Gossip! Go do your work.” Feng Jiu’er waved her hand and walked off, documents in her arms.

“I think this has something to do with Jiu’er,” Yue Qinchun said, watching Feng Jiu’er’s retreating figure.

“It definitely does. Long Qi secretly told me today…” Xiao Tian glanced at Feng Jiu’er and hurried to catch up.

“Jiu’er, do you want to know or not?”

“No,” Feng Jiu’er shook her head.

“But, you…” Xiao Tian wouldn’t let it go.

“Xiao Tian, when it comes to the Prince’s business, Jiu’er obviously knows more than you do,” Xiao Yingtao said with a smile as she walked past her.

“Come on, let’s go see little Xiaojiang.”

“Xiao Yingtao, I’m coming too,” Yue Qinchun said, catching up.

“I’ll come too, just for a bit,” Shen Rong’er said with a smile.

“But…” Xiao Tian watched the group leaving, stamping her foot in frustration. “That’s a big deal—wonderful news.”

Suddenly, the people ahead turned around to look at her, Feng Jiu’er included.

“You mean the Prince and Jiu’er getting married? We already knew about that,” Yue Qinchun said, covering her mouth as she laughed.

“You all… how did you know?” Xiao Tian blinked, confused.

“When you were off on a date with Long Qi, Jiu’er told us,” Xiao Yingtao said with a smile, turning to look at Feng Jiu’er.

“Jiu’er, let’s go. Let’s all go see little Xiaojiang together.”

Feng Jiu’er and Xiao Yingtao walked off, and everyone else followed, turning to continue on.

“Huh? How come I didn’t know?” Xiao Tian took a couple of steps, then suddenly snapped to attention.

“I wasn’t on a date with Long Qi—we were just talking… that’s all.”