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

The royal physician rushed over to take Luo Qingyan's pulse: "Auntie fainted, it must be due to the drug. I will prescribe a medicine, and after a few days of recuperation, the discomfort will disappear."

"Take this calming pill and you will wake up."

"Thank you for your trouble." The old lady glared at Cui Rou. Sending people to Yuan'er's room could have been done openly and honestly. It was too sneaky and shameful.

"I'll do it." Pei Shiyuan took the pill from the physician and fed it to Luo Qingyan.

Isn't Cui Rou jealous of Luo Qingyan? Then let her see for herself.

Anyway, Luo Qingyan fainted, so no one knew.

Sure enough, Cui Rou's eyes widened like saucers. The young master had never shown such concern for Luo Qingyan before, even personally feeding her medicine.

Luo Qingyan's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes spread out, like a sleeping beauty in a painting. She could feel Pei Shiyuan's fingertips brushing against her lips.

The "Qingxin Pill" was refreshing and had a slightly sweet taste. After taking it, Luo Qingyan could no longer pretend and could only slowly wake up.

"Thank you, Madam. Thank you, Doctor."

She thanked him weakly.

Cui Rou's eyes turned red with jealousy. She disdained Luo Qingyan's usual tricks of gaining sympathy and flattering people, her petty mannerisms. She was so angry that she was lost in thought, but then she heard Pei Shiyuan's cold voice: "Cui Rou, you have caused Aunt Luo to fall into a coma repeatedly. If you sincerely repent, you should fast."

Luo Qingyan suppressed a smile. She had observed Cui Rou's eating habits; she ate rich, fatty meats every day. Making her fast would be so difficult for her.

Cui Rou wanted to explain, but Yin Xing grabbed her sleeve, signaling her to be quiet.

If we continue arguing, the young master's impression of the young lady will only worsen. It's better to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

"Yuan'er is right, Rou'er went to the ancestral hall to fast and repent."

If Yuan'er doesn't call off the engagement, she'll be angry, so she has to go along with it. Even though she feels sorry for Cui Rou because she can't get used to vegetarian food, there's nothing she can do. "Everyone, disperse!"

"May the physician of the palace take the young master's pulse?"

Yuan Qing called out to the physician who was about to leave. Both of them were martial artists, and he could clearly sense that the young master's aura was quite different tonight.

The imperial physician examined Pei Shiyuan's complexion: "The young master appears to be in good condition. Does Guard Yuan have any questions?"

"Since the young master fell ill, his vital energy has been greatly diminished. However, tonight, Xiaodie was sent flying by the young master's palm strike, which even knocked open the doors and windows. Her strength seems to have recovered considerably, so I would like to ask you to give her a follow-up examination," Yuan Qing said earnestly.

"it is good."

The old lady also turned around in surprise. She thought that Xiaodie's injuries were caused by Yuan Qing.

The physician put down his medicine box, took Pei Shiyuan's pulse, and his expression instantly changed from serious to shocked, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

He immediately withdrew his hand and bowed, reporting, "Madam, the young master's condition has improved considerably. I wonder if it's because you found a good remedy for him?"

"I have no better remedy; continue taking the medicine as prescribed."

The old lady felt helpless about Pei Shiyuan's illness, and her last hope was placed on the mysterious and elusive physician Jing Bufan.

May God help me find him.

"No, the young master must have taken some medicine that was appropriate for his condition."

The physician spoke with certainty.

"As for food, besides regular meals, lately I've been eating mostly the things Aunt Luo makes," Yuan Qing said, resting her chin on her hand in thought.

Aunt Luo liked to add medicinal herbs to her food.

The last time, the imperial physician was shocked by the hairpin that Luo Qingyan had stuck in Pei Shiyuan's chest.

At this moment, Yuan Qing's mention of Luo Qingyan putting medicinal herbs in her food piqued his interest even more.

"Oh? May I ask, Aunt Luo, what medicinal herbs did I add?"

"Doctor, you're too kind."

Luo Qingyan recounted to the doctor all the medicinal dishes she had prepared at the Duke's mansion.

Because the hairpin she used to give the divine doctor saved Pei Shiyuan's life last time, she thought that since the divine doctor was so powerful, she would add the medicinal herbs that she saw the divine doctor often ate when she was a ghost to Pei Shiyuan's diet.

The miracle doctor must be eating good food.

The physician nodded repeatedly, "Aunt Luo, where did you learn this? I am somewhat lacking in knowledge about the pharmacology of some medicinal herbs."

Luo Qingyan smiled modestly: "I learned from that old doctor, but unfortunately, he passed away..."

They continue to use a non-existent old doctor as a front.

"Yes! It's truly a pity." The royal physician shook his head and sighed. "You've learned a thing or two, which has helped alleviate the young master's illness. I hope that Consort Luo will prepare more of these medicinal meals for the young master in the future."

"Madam, the young master is a blessed man. Let him eat Aunt Luo's medicinal meals for now. I will come for regular check-ups to observe his condition. Perhaps I can find a breakthrough in his treatment."

Aunt Luo's medicinal diet was surprisingly effective for the young master's illness. The old lady was astonished and felt that she had found a treasure.

"From now on, Aunt Luo, you can focus on making medicinal cuisine and leave other things to others. I will also send a few maids over to help you."

"Yes, Madam." Luo Qingyan curtsied in response. The divine doctor was indeed amazing; the medicinal herbs that she usually chewed around had such a great effect on Pei Shiyuan, who was on the verge of death.

Jing Bufan often chewed on a medicinal herb in his mouth when he had nothing to do.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only Xiaodie's gaze as she looked back at Luo Qingyan. Being sold off meant she wouldn't have to die.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, and Linfeng Residence remained quiet.

I was up until late last night and was so tired that I slept until noon today.

Luo Qingyan opened the door with a yawn, and was startled to see six maids standing before her with their heads bowed.

"Greetings, Aunt Luo."

The six maids said in unison.

"No need for formalities." This time, Luo Qingyan reacted quickly, unlike last time when Liu Yue came and she stammered and hesitated.

This is a configuration comparable to that of a noble lady from a high-ranking official's household.

Afterwards, Luo Qingyan made some snacks and gave them to the old lady to express her gratitude.

Overall, the old lady was a nice person, but she wasn't very approachable.

The old lady still had a serious face and never smiled.

Luo Qingyan didn't care, because she had just returned to Linfeng Residence when the old lady's reward arrived again.

The old lady just wouldn't offer a reward or praise to her face.

Used to it.

In addition to bestowing jewelry and clothing upon her, her tea set was replaced with a Ru kiln piece in the color of "sky blue after rain".

All the decorations in the side room were replaced.

The bedding and curtains were also rearranged according to the style of young ladies from noble families.

"The old lady said that letting the concubine continue to live in the side room would make it easier to take care of the young master."

A maid stopped and replied.

Luo Qingyan watched as a group of maids and nannies bustled in and out, transforming her room in half a day, making it feel like a different world.

She never imagined someone would do these things for her.

Her mother, Madam Sun, didn't respect her. Only Luo Haitang was entitled to possess the things reserved for young ladies. She wasn't worthy.

Her boudoir was a small space that Granny Liu had partitioned off from the servants' quarters using a curtain.

My fingers gently brushed across the pink curtains; they were made of light gauze, as thin as a cicada's wing, breathable, and effectively blocking mosquitoes in the summer.

Something I never even dared to dream of.

Today, Luo Qingyan was truly free, staring blankly out the window.

The maids, each with their own duties, took over all her work.

Pei Shiyuan went to his study as soon as he got up in the morning, as if he was avoiding her.