In a moment of impulse, I forcibly kissed my brother's best friend.

When the carriage returned to the gate of the Prime Minister's residence, Cui Yutang wanted to carry her back to Liantang Residence, but Xie Yige resolutely refused.

"Cui Yutang, there are so many eyes watching in the mansion. I don't want to be nagged by your family."

She pouted, and her eyes practically rolled to the sky when she said "the whole family".

Cui Yutang's lips curled up slightly. His little wife's lively and cheerful appearance was truly delightful.

"How dare you laugh! I now regret marrying into your family." Xie Yige expressed her strong dissatisfaction as she walked away.

Cui Yutang stood obediently by her side, listening to her reprimand, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips: "It's all my fault."

"Why don't we go back to the Chaoyi Villa tomorrow? It's not really suitable for you to practice with that little toy here."

Xie Yige stopped in her tracks, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly fluttered in front of him, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"Can we really go back to Chaoyi Villa and stay there?"

"Yes. Just tell Grandma and Father."

Xie Yige gave a small cheer, "Then shall we invite Grandmother and Father to Liantang Residence for dinner today? I'll cook myself."

The two had just stepped into the gate of Liantang Residence when they exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear!"

He picked Xie Yige up in his arms.

"Cui Yutang! Are you even listening to me?!" Xie Yige wiggled her legs a couple of times before hugging his shoulders tightly.

"I've heard." He strode inside, his voice brimming with barely suppressed laughter. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Bao Yu and Zhi Xia exchanged a glance, then each grabbed a door and quickly closed the main gate of Lian Tang Residence.

"Baoyu, tell someone to inform Grandmother and Father to come to Liantang Residence for dinner." Cui Yutang continued walking without stopping, and before he could finish speaking, he had already carried Xie Yige away.

"Yes, Master." Baoyu looked at his back, feeling both helpless and envious.

He turned around, intending to complain to Zhixia, only to find that she had already flown away. He could only see a light green figure disappearing at the other end of the lotus pond.

Baoyu stood under the empty corridor and couldn't help but sigh.

Alright. This thing can fly; chasing it is impossible.

What went wrong? Why is it so easy for his master to win someone over?

Upon meeting, they don't even need to exchange more than a few words before they're hugging and kissing, taking advantage of each other even before marriage.

After Xie Yige married into the family, Zhixia and Bichun, like Jingqiu, were promoted to first-class maids in the Prime Minister's residence.

The three of them lived on the second floor of the Lian Tang Residence, each in their own room, which were closely connected to each other.

To the right of the window is a corner of a verdant lotus pond, and to the left stands an old banyan tree. Compared to the life of a bodyguard, constantly on the edge of death, this is like living in paradise.

"Zhixia, you're back?" Bichun, a lively girl, happily greeted her. She stared at Zhixia's face for a while, then suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

Why do you look so happy?

Bichun is so amazing; she can tell Zhixia's mood from her perpetually expressionless face.

"Yes. We're heading back to Chaoyi Villa tomorrow."

Zhixia, like her young mistress, preferred Chaoyi Villa. It was spacious there, allowing her to roam freely.

"That's great! Gu Dong will be so happy! It can fly freely now." Bi Chun looked excitedly in the direction of the banyan tree.

Zhi Xia's expression stiffened slightly; she was different from that little thing.

Gu Dong, one of Xie Yige's four treasures of "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter", has its little house hanging on the old banyan tree near the three of their rooms.

Hearing someone call it, it poked out its little head and stared at the two of them for a while with its round eyes.

Seeing that it wasn't being used, it happily shrank back and continued to lie there listlessly.

The dining hall of Liantang Residence was brightly lit.

Cui Zhinuan, the prime minister of the country and a third-rank official, has never been invited to dine at Liantangju by his beloved son in all these years.

The elderly father was deeply gratified.

When he entered Liantang Residence, Xie Yige was sitting with Madam Wang on a soft couch by the window, whispering to each other. He didn't know what they were talking about, but it made Madam Wang laugh heartily, her aged face now etched with relaxed lines.

Cui Yutang stood beside his wife, gazing at her intently, a smile never fading from his lips.

Seeing him walk in, he quickly came out to greet him: "Father, you've come."

Xie Yige quickly stood up and performed a curtsy.

Cui Zhinu nodded slightly to the two of them and sat down next to Madam Wang: "Mother, what were you talking about just now that made you so happy?"

"Xiao Yige is telling me some interesting stories she heard in Dongli." A hint of nostalgia appeared on her aged face.

"Oh?" Cui Zhinuan looked at Xie Yige with interest.

"Father, I used to have a fever, and I was saved by Physician Zhao, who had retired from the Imperial Hospital. So I've been paying more attention to his clinic. I've heard that there are many interesting stories about him when he treats patients." Xie Yige's eyes shone as she spoke vividly.

"Once, he asked an elderly woman who came to his door for treatment, 'Where do you feel unwell?'"

The old woman slapped her thigh and began to pour out her grievances: "Doctor, I've had a hard life since I was a child. I started working in the fields when I was three, and after I married my old man at sixteen, I haven't had a single good day..."

"Then Physician Zhao said, 'Stop, stop, stop—stretch out your hand, I'll take your pulse directly.'"

The imperial physician Zhao, who had just come out of the palace, was clearly speechless at the irrelevant answers and the complete lack of communication.

She imitated the tone of Doctor Zhao's exasperated tone perfectly, and Wang burst out laughing again.

Xie Yige was humorous and good-looking, and Wang Shi was becoming more and more satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law.

As the prime minister of the country, Cui Zhinuan thought of the people's livelihood issues after hearing this story.

Ordinary people face difficulties accessing medical care, leading to a life of hardship. There are too few doctors, and too many people cannot afford medical treatment.

Cui Yutang naturally understood his father's thoughts.

"Father, we can first establish more affordable clinics in the name of the Cui family. Once the system is in place, we can petition the Empress Dowager to have the court allocate funds from the national treasury to promote this method throughout the country and replicate it in the prefectures and counties."

"However, becoming a doctor is a difficult problem; it will take some time to train someone."

Xie Yige sat beside her, her captivating eyes darting around. She suddenly spoke up: "We could build a medical school."

Cui Yutang turned his head to look at her.

"We'll take in some talented orphans and children from poor families," Xie Yige said earnestly. "Ideally, we could also have classes for women to help solve the problem of women's difficulty accessing medical care. Many women are embarrassed to see male doctors because of their ailments."

Cui Zhinu looked at her with a sense of re-examination and appreciation in her eyes.

"Training medical professionals is no small matter. I will report to the Empress Dowager and see if it can be entrusted to Zhao Huaizhi of the Imperial Medical Bureau." He looked at Xie Yige, "Then you can assist her in some way."

Xie Yige bowed respectfully to Cui Zhinuan and accepted the mission with great joy.

Cui Yutang helped her up with a mixture of affection and helplessness.

"Grandmother, Father, the food is getting cold. Let's go eat."

He took Xie Yige's hand, and her little finger gently scratched his palm.

He didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more.