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

Luo Qingyan thought for a moment, picked up her teacup, and went to see what was wrong with Pei Shiyuan.

She was pretending to sleepwalk last night; hopefully, she hasn't been discovered. Since she can alleviate his illness, he can't send her away, but he doesn't want to see her either, so he can only hide from her?

Go and test it out, and you'll find out.

The study door was tightly closed.

In the past, when Pei Shiyuan was in his study, he would leave the door open and the windows wide open, saying that it was good for ventilation and comfort.

The doors and windows are closed today, is something wrong?

Luo Qingyan walked quietly to the door, intending to knock, but found it unlocked. She figured Pei Shiyuan had nothing important to say, so she pushed the door open and went in.

The study was dimly lit. After taking a few steps forward, Luo Qingyan was stunned.

Through the hazy gauze curtain, her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and strong lines were revealed.

"Yuanqing, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring it over."

Pei Shiyuan urged her on. Luo Qingyan hurriedly stepped back, bumping her waist on the corner of the table.

Ouch, that hurts.

"Yuanqing, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Shiyuan, shirtless, spun around in his wheelchair, right in front of Luo Qingyan, who was clutching her back and grimacing.

"Ah!" Luo Qingyan exclaimed first.

Pei Shiyuan hurriedly put on his clothes. He had found that his strength had recovered a lot yesterday. He tried to practice his internal energy this morning, but his clothes were soaked with sweat. He asked Yuanqing to get him some dry clothes.

"What's your name?" Pei Shiyuan lifted the gauze curtain and rolled out in his wheelchair. He was the one being looked at, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen him before.

On their first night together, that hand began to roam all over his body.

Recalling the situation, Pei Shiyuan felt a tightness in his body. He shook his head, and his vision cleared. People should abstain from desires and not think about such things, lest they cloud their minds and cause them to make mistakes.

Luo Qingyan cried out first, not out of embarrassment at seeing a man with a naked upper body, but simply to clear herself of any wrongdoing.

If she didn't call out, Pei Shiyuan would think she was deliberately spying on him.

If she didn't call out, Pei Shiyuan would think she was having impure thoughts about him. Although that was indeed the case, Pei Shiyuan was resistant, so she couldn't show it and had to conceal it.

Right now, the right thing to do is to conceive a child by any means necessary.

"Your Highness, I came to bring you tea, I didn't mean to." Luo Qingyan bowed her head and handed over the teacup. Pei Shiyuan wasn't angry with her, so it seemed he believed her story about sleepwalking last night, which put her at ease.

Pei Shiyuan took the teacup, took a small sip, and put it down: "Do you have sleepwalking?"

Luo Qingyan knelt down with a thud, as if a huge secret had been discovered: "Your Highness, how did you find out?"

"You were sleepwalking last night." Pei Shiyuan glanced coldly at Luo Qingyan, then crossed his legs. Sure enough, she didn't remember anything. Very good.

"I didn't do anything, did I?" Luo Qingyan asked tentatively.

"No." Pei Shiyuan replied crisply.

A sly glint flashed in Luo Qingyan's eyes; she would definitely remember to increase the dosage next time.

"Your Highness." Yuan Qing came in carrying clothes.

"Your Highness, I'll go now." Luo Qingyan curtsied and tactfully withdrew.

Pei Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Luo Qingyan had sleepwalking disorder, which made him feel at ease only when he changed clothes in the middle of the day, having to run to the study.

Luo Qingyan walked with light steps, listening to the cicadas chirping in the trees, and looked up at the sky. She had never rested like this before in her life.

From childhood to adulthood, she and Granny Liu always had endless chores to do.

Even their mother and Luo Haitang still found fault with them.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Pei Shiyuan coughed behind me.

The road to conceiving is so difficult. Pei Shiyuan's health is poor. Will she be able to get pregnant after consummating the marriage? Even if she does get pregnant and give birth, she has nothing of value and will still be living a life of dependence in the Duke's mansion.

Life is comfortable, but it can be very stifling.

If she can't conceive, she should make plans sooner and find another way out.

Yuan Qing has always said that her medicinal cuisine is delicious, and since the Duke's mansion needs her now, she can take the opportunity to open a shop.

She had her own shop and wanted to run a small business. She had thought about it before, but the difficulty lay in having money and someone to vouch for her.

In the prosperous dynasty, women who went into business needed powerful men to act as guarantors. Asking Pei Shiyuan for help should be able to help her.

She can help alleviate his symptoms, shouldn't she help him with this little bit of work?

Luo Qingyan returned to her side room, took out paper and pen, and listed out all the medicinal dishes she could make. After writing a few pages, she felt a little tired. Looking at the newly made bed, which was fragrant and soft, she was too tempting. She fell into a deep sleep as soon as she touched the bed.

When she woke up, she saw Pei Shiyuan holding the paper she had written on and reading it. She quickly got up and snatched the paper back.

"You want to open a shop?" Pei Shiyuan asked.

"I... I'm just writing for fun." Luo Qingyan put the paper behind her back. She hadn't calculated the cost yet; she only had the five hundred taels that the old lady had given her, and she didn't know if that would be enough.

"No money?" Pei Shiyuan looked her over.

Luo Qingyan blinked. Was Pei Shiyuan so shrewd that he knew exactly what she was thinking?

"Young Master, do you think I'm capable of opening a shop?" Luo Qingyan asked. Since she'd been guessed, she might as well be honest!

"I didn't realize you were good at business," Pei Shiyuan said coldly.

Luo Qingyan's face fell: "Young Master, it's not that you don't want her to open a shop, is it?"

"But you can learn it."

"Okay?" Luo Qingyan's eyes lit up.

Pei Shiyuan agreed to let her open a shop, and she was willing to learn no matter how difficult it was.

"I don't have much capital, so I'll just open a small shop, enough to support myself. Young Master, could you vouch for me?"

She had no connections; she only knew Pei Shiyuan, a powerful and influential person.

"Okay." Pei Shiyuan readily agreed. He thought Luo Qingyan was only thinking about having children, but it turned out she had other things to do. Great, it would save her from having to keep an eye on him all day.

Pei Shiyuan rolled out in his wheelchair, then returned a moment later, followed by Yuan Qing carrying a thick stack of books.

"You should learn what's in these books."

There are ten books in total, including "Ji Ran's Strategies", "Business Instructions", and "Business Affairs".

Luo Qingyan was troubled. She hadn't read many books, and it would be a long time before she could learn all of this.

At that time, it's hard to say whether Pei Shiyuan will still be alive.

"It's not like you'll learn it in a day. You can learn as you open your shop, take it slowly."

Pei Shiyuan is quite good at encouraging people; I thought he was just cold and indifferent.

Pointing to Pei Shiyuan as guarantor, Luo Qingyan nodded obediently.

During lunch, Luo Qingyan noticed that Pei Shiyuan had a good appetite. He not only invited her to eat with him, but also didn't need her to serve him the food. Four maids served him attentively, which made Luo Qingyan feel a little uncomfortable.

"I'll go with you to look at the shops this afternoon."

Pei Shiyuan put down his chopsticks and rolled away in his wheelchair.

Luo Qingyan couldn't believe it; Pei Shiyuan was even more concerned about her opening a shop than she was.

He gave her books and asked her to help him look after the shop.

"Your Highness, I'll make you a medicinal meal this afternoon."

"I'll make the medicinal cuisine when I get back." Pei Shiyuan said without turning his head.

You can come back and do it; there are so many maids in the courtyard, they can lend a hand and it will be quick.

Luo Qingyan was surprised that Pei Shiyuan was so willing to help. She tried on several outfits and finally chose the one she was most satisfied with.

A white brocade top paired with a lake-blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

"Aunt Luo, you can go now," Yuan Qing urged.

She didn't even take a nap. Pei Shiyuan was even more anxious than her. Did he also have a business dream?