The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

"Mrs. Qian, when you have time, come and have some tea with me, admire the flowers, and give the younger generation more opportunities." The old lady raised an eyebrow.

"Fine! Madam Xu, from today onwards, you will manage the household affairs. I will enjoy a leisurely life." Madam Qian said through gritted teeth. She did not believe that Madam Xu, with her timid appearance, could understand her accounts. Moreover, when giving money to the Qian family, she deliberately tampered with the accounts. Even a shrewd accountant would not be able to see the problem for a while.

"Okay, Mother, I will try my best."

Ignoring Xu's thanks, Qian threw down her handkerchief and stormed out.

She never expected that with just a few words from Cui, the elders of the Pei family would listen to her every word.

On the garden path.

Madam Xu gripped Luo Qingyan's sleeve tightly: "Aunt Luo, my heart is still pounding."

"You lack confidence in yourself?" Luo Qingyan asked.

Xu shook her head: "No."

Luo Qingyan smiled slightly, "You're like this because you've been tormented by two husbands all these years. It's alright, you'll get better slowly."

Just like before, Ms. Xu could understand this feeling very well.

"Mother." Hengge'er toddled over with his short legs, holding two pastries in his hands. "Mother, have some."

"Aunt Luo, you should eat too."

Mrs. Xu burst into laughter, tears welling up in her eyes.

The two of them circled around Heng Ge'er, playfully fighting.

As the sun set, Luo Qingyan prepared to tell the old lady that she was returning to Kangning Pavilion.

The old lady was in a good mood today and insisted on talking to Luo Qingyan a bit more.

Madam Qian had never been so angry. She saw Madam Qian leave the house and covered her chest with a handkerchief.

"Qingyan, you still need to keep an eye on Xu Shi. I'm worried she won't be able to handle the responsibility."

After a few jokes, the old lady got back to the main topic.

"Madam, I will. Thanks to the young master for giving me many books, I have learned a lot. Even if Madam Qian falsifies accounts, I will be able to expose her." Luo Qingyan said confidently, making a "pull" gesture.

"Good, good." The old lady nodded with a smile. She had looked at the account books of Kangning Pavilion and was very satisfied.

"Madam, Consort Luo!" Yuan Qing suddenly rushed in, her expression grave. "Young Master, he just took his medicine and is vomiting blood uncontrollably."

"What?" The old lady stood up in alarm and got into the carriage with Luo Qingyan.

Yuan Qing drove his carriage and sped toward Kangning Pavilion.

After a while.

"Yuan'er, how are you?" The old lady rushed towards Pei Shiyuan, who was lying on the bed on the verge of death.

"Dr. Jing, what's going on?" Luo Qingyan asked seriously, glaring at Jing Bufan.

Jing Bufan lowered his eyelids, stroked his beard, frowned slightly, and muttered to himself, "This shouldn't be! Something's not right!"

"Old man, are you listening?" Luo Qingyan raised her voice.

"Girl, move aside." Jing Bufan ignored Luo Qingyan and instead pushed her aside. "Young Master, drink this."

"What is this?" The old lady blocked the bowl. Everyone said that Jing Bufan was a miracle doctor, but now her son was only breathing. If she didn't check his pulse, she would think he was already dead.

"Ginseng root, I need to induce vomiting in the young master."

Jing Bufan bluntly said that he hated it when people interrupted him while he was treating patients.

"Inducing vomiting? Jing Bufan, did you use the wrong medicine and want the young master to vomit again?" The old lady glared angrily at Jing Bufan.

Jing Bufan rolled his eyes.

"Mother." At this moment, Pei Shiyuan woke up, pushed aside the old lady's sleeve, and gestured for her to move aside.

"Young Master, drink this." Jing Bufan stepped forward and handed over the medicine bowl.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Luo Qingyan hurriedly ran over, took the medicine bowl, and slowly fed Pei Shiyuan the medicine. He had only drunk half of it.

"Ugh!" Pei Shiyuan suddenly vomited, the liquid being a mixture of red and black, it was hard to tell if it was blood or medicine.

Jing Bufan held tweezers and swiped them through the reddish-black water, his brows furrowed and his eyes unblinking. After a moment, he said, "I've finally found you, little thing."

Luo Qingyan leaned closer to take a look and saw that it was a white insect.

"What is this?" the old lady exclaimed in shock.

"These are silkworms, don't you recognize them?" Jing Bufan, carrying a silkworm pestle, approached Luo Qingyan and the old lady, startling them so much that they leaned back.

"Old man, you say it's a silkworm, but it doesn't quite look like one." Luo Qingyan looked closely; she had raised silkworms when she was a child.

"The girl is right, this is a 'poisonous silkworm.' The prince is poisoned by silkworm venom, a deadly poison from the Southern Frontier, not the Western Regions. You mixed 'poisonous silkworm' eggs into the spices from the Western Regions that you gave me. Once inhaled, they will hatch into larvae in three days. That's why no matter what medicine I use, the prince's illness cannot be cured unless I catch it." Jing Bufan stared fiercely at the poisonous silkworm.

"Divine Doctor, I was very rude just now, please don't take it to heart. I was just anxious. Can the young master's illness be cured?" The old lady looked at Jing Bufan pleadingly, wanting to hear a positive answer.

"Yes, I can. There's no illness I can't cure." Jing Bufan gestured with his beard, looking very proud.

"That's wonderful!" The old lady clapped her hands excitedly.

Luo Qingyan rolled her eyes at Jing Bufan, who immediately chuckled and withdrew his smug and arrogant expression.

Because only Luo Qingyan knew how many gray hairs she had lost and how many whiskers she had pulled out in her search for the cause of her illness.

His beard had become sparse.

After a while, Pei Shiyuan finally vomited until nothing came out.

"Eat what you want, drink what you want, just remember to take my medicine. I'm going to have a drink." Jing Bufan scratched his head as he left. He hadn't even had a chance to drink these past few days, and he was itching to.

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief.

Pei Shiyuan stayed at home for several days to recuperate, and his health is gradually recovering.

"Your Highness, could the person who hit you be from the Southern Frontier, disguised as someone from the Western Regions?"

"No. That person is from the Western Regions."

The Sheng Dynasty and the Western Regions fought wars every year. When Pei Shiyuan was on the frontier, he was very familiar with the people of the Western Regions. They had a strange body fragrance that was hard to hide and they could not be mistaken for each other.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and envoys from the southern border will come to offer tribute. Perhaps we can find something from them."

Pei Shiyuan stroked the thumb ring.

"Your Highness, Physician Jiang has returned." Yuan Qing led Physician Jiang in.

When the physician of the Jiang family learned that Pei Shiyuan had been cured, he covered his face with his sleeve and wept with joy: "Young Master, you are well, that's good."

"The reason why Physician Jiang urgently brought you back is because of Aunt Luo's matter," Pei Shiyuan said.

"Your Highness, I have received your letter. On the way here, I compiled the methods I have researched for infertility over the years, hoping they will be helpful to Aunt Luo."

"Aunt Luo, let me check your pulse."

When the physician from the Jiang family took Luo Qingyan's pulse, he was taken aback at first, then frowned deeply.

"How is it, Physician Jiang?" Luo Qingyan asked hurriedly. Jing Bufan said there was no cure, but she still held a glimmer of hope for Physician Jiang.

"Don't be discouraged, Aunt. I'll try." The physician from the Jiang family still had a deep frown on his face; in fact, he had no solution at the moment.

He said that to appease Luo Qingyan, because a good mood is conducive to conception.

If you're in a bad mood, even if you take medicine, it will be less effective.

Sun is truly vicious, to treat her daughter so cruelly.

"Doctor Jiang, is there still hope for me?" Luo Qingyan's face lit up with surprise.