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Just as I finished my herbal bath, the kitchen delivered some soup.

When Lü'e took the white porcelain stew pot and entered the room, Shen Jingque was wrapped up in a cotton quilt, with only her bright eyes showing.

"Miss, this is a chicken soup that the eldest young master ordered the kitchen to stew. He added astragalus and codonopsis, and said you should drink it while it's hot."

After what happened that night, Lü'e could tell that the princess's protective attitude meant she already considered the father and daughter as family. Therefore, she changed her way of addressing them and even changed her address to "Miss".

Shen Jingque stretched out a paw from under the covers, took the stew pot, lifted the lid, and took a sniff.

The rich aroma of chicken soup wafted into my nose, and oil floated on the soup noodles in golden ripples.

The stubborn but soft-hearted eldest son is secretly feeding the baby again.

A warm feeling welled up inside her: "Does the young master know I fell into the water tonight?"

Green Calyx frowned and thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I heard from the kitchen that this soup was simmered before we left this afternoon, so it must have been a late-night snack prepared by the young master for the young lady."

Shen Jingque nodded, bewildered.

Xiao Changgeng may be arrogant, but he's actually quite caring.

"Miss, please drink first. I'll come and collect the soup bowl in a bit."

As soon as Lü'e turned to leave, Shen Jingque immediately sat up straight.

She closed her eyes, and her consciousness entered the Shennong Space.

The spring water gurgled out from its source, so clear that one could see their reflection in it.

She skillfully picked up the small porcelain spoon from her spatial storage, scooped it several times to fill the small jade bottle she carried with her, and after exiting the spatial storage, poured the spiritual spring water into the chicken soup and stirred it with the spoon.

Then, carrying the stew pot, I slipped on my shoes and ran next door.

Shen Yan was preparing to go to bed when he heard several knocks on the door.

He opened the door and saw his daughter standing there holding a bowl of soup, her hair sticking up in a messy, frizzy mess, looking like a little sparrow that had just rolled out of its nest.

"Father, let's share the chicken soup that the eldest son sent."

Shen Yan ushered her into the house, took the stew pot and placed it on the table, then reached out to touch her forehead.

Shen Jingque tilted her head to avoid his hand: "I don't have a fever, please stop touching me, you've touched me eight hundred times already."

"You're already frail, and I just heard you coughing. How could I not worry?"

"That was from the medicinal bath. Master Ji must have put so much stuff in the water. After the bath, I felt like I was completely marinated."

Shen Yan shook his head helplessly at her amusement, turned around and took two porcelain bowls from the cupboard, dividing the chicken soup into two portions.

Shen Jingque picked up the bowl, blew on it, and took a sip. The warmth of the spring water mixed with the chicken soup slid from her throat to her stomach, making her squint her eyes in comfort.

"Dad, you should drink too. Your clothes were soaked last night, don't be stubborn and take it lightly."

Shen Yan responded and picked up the bowl to drink in small sips.

As the rich soup entered his throat, his brow relaxed slightly, and his previously stiff and cold body gradually warmed up.

After half a bowl of soup was gone, a warm current spread through my limbs, and my previously cold hands and feet became warm.

Shen Yan asked with some surprise, "Did they add any medicinal herbs to this soup?"

Shen Jingque didn't even lift her eyelids, calmly sucking on her chicken leg: "It must have been the eldest young master who ordered the kitchen to add it."

Shen Yan didn't ask any more questions. A look of emotion crossed his eyes as he reached out and touched his daughter's frizzy hair.

"The eldest young master is kind and benevolent. You should learn from Doctor Ji in Yingzhu Garden and not let him down."

"Uh-huh."

Shen Yan paused, his tone becoming more serious: "There's one more thing. His Highness mentioned a few days ago that Qishan Academy will open a girls' school next year, and His Highness said he would send you there to study."

Shen Jingque's eyes widened and her mouth formed an "O".

"What? Go to school?"

"Yes, Qishan Academy is the best academy in Dayong. Those who can enter the girls' school are all daughters of official families. It is an immense favor that His Highness recommends you."

Shen Jingque's face scrunched up in a frown.

Why do I have to go to school after time-traveling?!

Seeing that she looked constipated, Shen Yan assumed it was just a child being playful and helplessly rubbed her head.

"Silly daughter, when will you grow up and understand?"

Shen Jingque let Shen Yan stroke her hair, her face full of despair.

Before transmigrating, there were endless volumes of literature, history, mathematics, physics, and chemistry; after transmigrating, there are endless volumes of female precepts and teachings.

I can't roll it up, I really can't roll it up!

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The next morning, the familiar aroma of medicine filled the Yingzhuyuan Pharmacy.

Ji Qianshang sat in front of the medicine table, flipping through the prescription with one hand and grinding the medicine with a pestle in the other.

The sound of a wheelchair came from outside the corridor, creaking and groaning as Xiao Changgeng wheeled himself into the pharmacy, his gaze sweeping around the room.

On the medicine table were unfinished medicinal herbs, and steam was bubbling from the small stove. The small stool was empty, with a small medicine basket that hadn't been put away yet resting on it.

The only thing missing was that incessant chatter that gave him a headache.

"Where did the little girl go?"

Ji Qianshang didn't even look up: "It's holiday time."

Xiao Changgeng frowned slightly: "Why are you on holiday? Were you having so much fun last night that you forgot all about home?"

"Something happened at the lantern festival last night. The little girl fell into the water and caught a chill. I'm telling her to rest for a day." Ji Qianshang put down the pestle in his hand and stood up.

He felt a little unaccustomed without his little helper by his side.

Although that girl has an infuriatingly sharp tongue, she's quick-witted and quick-thinking, so having her in the pharmacy is definitely a relief.

Xiao Changgeng's aura instantly turned cold.

"Something happened? What caused him to fall into the water?"

Ji Qianshang continued pouring the ground medicine powder into a paper packet. "Last night on Baiyu Bridge, Miss Zhao from the Yong'an Marquis's mansion pushed her into the river in the street."

"Fortunately, Qingyuan arrived quickly and pulled the person out of the water."

"Otherwise, what you see now wouldn't be an empty bench, but a memorial tablet."

Ji Qianshang folded the medicine packet and looked up at Xiao Changgeng's profile.

His perpetually cold and hard face showed no extra expression, but the fingers resting on the armrest were clearly clenched tightly.

Xiao Changgeng noticed his gaze and silently turned his wheelchair and left the pharmacy.

Ji Qianshang shook his head.

Some people are just stubborn and refuse to admit it. Even though they care a lot, they still keep a cold, expressionless face.

Xiao Changgeng wheeled himself back into the house and called out, "Xuanqi."

Xuan Qi appeared in the room through the doorway.

"Push me to Xilingju."

Xuan Qi was startled and almost twisted his ankle when he straightened up.

Since his leg injury worsened, the master has not stepped out of Yingzhu Garden for more than a year.

No matter how His Highness tried to persuade him, or how Young Master Ji tried to coax him, he refused to appear in front of outsiders in a wheelchair.

Now you're actually going to Xilingju?

Xuan Qi's expression was truly remarkable.

But he didn't dare ask any more questions. He bowed and stepped forward, pushing the wheelchair out of Yingzhu Garden.

At this very moment, Shen Jingque from Xiling Residence is busy at work in the Shennong Space.

The three acres of land were shrouded in morning mist, and the tips of the leaves of the Spirit Spring Grass gleamed with a lustrous blue light, with the growth progress bar steadily at more than 80%.

She opened the basic medicinal herb seed gift pack given by the system, and more than a dozen small cloth bags rolled all over the ground.

Angelica sinensis, Astragalus membranaceus, Angelica dahurica, Perilla frutescens, Saposhnikovia divaricata, Glycyrrhiza uralensis, Polygala tenuifolia, Bupleurum chinense, Schizonepeta tenuifolia, Platycodon grandiflorus...

Shen Jingque's eyes lit up; she wished she could hug and kiss the pile of seeds.

She quickly checked it over.

There are about twelve types of seeds in this batch that haven't been unlocked in the encyclopedia yet. Plant them and wait for them to sprout and grow into plants, and you can directly increase the number of encyclopedia entries.

With the remaining stock in Yingzhuyuan Pharmacy, it will be just around the corner to collect eighty kinds of medicines to unlock the prescription function.

She scattered the seeds into the soil according to their variety and then watered each one with spring water.

The moment the water seeped into the soil, the dry ground became soft and moist, and tender green shoots emerged at a visible speed.

Shen Jingque filled two small porcelain bottles with the spiritual spring water and put them in her bosom, pondering how to get Xiao Changgeng and Xiao Mingyue to drink it without making a sound.

Xiao Mingyue has an old wound from a poisoned arrow on her left shoulder, and Xiao Changgeng's leg injury has been delayed for so long by someone using a slow-acting poison powder. Both of them need spiritual spring water to repair their foundation.

However, this cannot be rushed; a suitable pretext must be found.

As she was pondering this, she heard the sound of a wheelchair passing by in the yard.

Glug glug, glug glug.

Shen Jingque instinctively lay down with a snap, pulled the blanket over her chin, and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Oh no, is the young master here to take her back to work?

Wasn't it supposed to be a day off?

Would Ji Qianshang go back on his word?

The footsteps and wheelchair sounds stopped outside the screen.

"Where is he?" Xiao Changgeng's voice came through the screen.

Green Calyx's voice followed immediately: "Young Master, Miss is still resting. She was up most of the night last night and has been coughing the whole time."

Shen Jingque quickly coughed twice in cooperation, her voice as weak as a chick's: "Cough cough... Sister Lü'e, water..."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the screen.

Xiao Changgeng did not speak again.

He simply sat in his wheelchair, listening to the faint coughing behind the screen, and silently ground his teeth.

The river water in the twelfth lunar month is icy cold.

The little girl is only twelve years old; how scared she must be if she falls into the water.

He remembered how she stood at the entrance of Yingzhu Garden last night, tilting her head back and smiling as she said she would take care of him.

Before becoming the adopted son of Princess Chang, he also had a younger sister.

Shen Jingque often reminded him of the tiny body that had passed away in his arms.

So weak and pitiful, yet crushed by fate.

Xiao Changgeng gripped the armrest tightly, looked up at Lü'e and said, "Take good care of her. Don't come to the pharmacy until she's fully recovered."

Then, with a wave of his hand, Xuan Qi understood, turned the wheelchair around, and pushed it out.

After exiting the moon gate of Xiling Residence, Xiao Changgeng spoke, his tone icy: "Zhao Yuwan of the Yong'an Marquis's residence... arrange for someone to teach her a lesson."

"They messed with my family, so they should pay the price."

Xuan Qi bowed and agreed, silently burning three incense sticks for Miss Zhao in his heart.

The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard personally named the people he wanted to deal with, so the days ahead are likely to be quite interesting.