Zhao Xiheng pushed aside some of the items on the dressing table, poured all the seeds onto the dressing table, then sorted them out one by one, and packed them into boxes that were used for lip rouge.

The bright red seeds, which look like red beans, are ginseng seeds.

"Do you know how to grow it?" she asked the maids, who all shook their heads.

Everything else is fine, but ginseng is really no good.

Crops like corn, eggplants, and peppers are grown by every household, but ginseng is different. In the entire Pingzhou, there are only a few places where ginseng farmers grow ginseng, and Bu Xian is one of them.

"Then go to the library and find some books about planting," Zhao Xiheng instructed them, giving them her token as proof.

If you want to grow ginseng, you can't just plant it haphazardly with a burst of energy. That would be a waste of resources, and you might end up with nothing to show for it, just a waste of effort.

The library mainly contains military strategy, poetry, travelogues, etc. Books about agriculture are not common. After all, the original Prince of Zhenbei did not farm and did not care about agriculture in Pingzhou. He only devoted himself to pleasure.

The maid searched for a long time but only found seven or eight books, and very few of them were about ginseng cultivation. The covers were brand new, and it was obvious that no one had ever read them.

Since Zhao Xiheng had nothing better to do, and some things were getting more and more troubling the more she thought about them, she simply devoted herself to ginseng cultivation and studying books.

"Madam, the shopkeeper said that they have new fabrics this month and brought them here for you to see. If you see anything you like, please bring it to have clothes made." The maid lifted the curtain and stood quietly beside Zhao Xiheng to report.

"No, let him go." Zhao Xiheng didn't even look up.

The clothes she made a few months ago are enough; if she makes too many, they'll be wasted if she grows taller.

Ever since she started spending lavishly a few months ago, the shopkeepers down the mountain have been sending people up to ask her if she wants any new goods they have.

Wei Li's money didn't grow on trees; it's fine to spend it occasionally, but she feels bad about spending it every day.

"Yes." The maid lifted the curtain and went out to see the person off.

Zhao Xiheng suddenly called out to her, "Wait."

"Go and take out the white clothes from the lord's cabinet."

Of all Wei Li's clothes, only one was white. It was made for him by Zhao Xiheng a few months ago, but it didn't suit him, so he rarely wore it.

"Have someone make it two inches longer and wider than the length and shoulder width of this garment. Gather some black and red fabric and make five sets," Zhao Xiheng instructed.

The last time I saw him wearing something, the shoulders looked a bit narrow.

The man agreed and turned to leave, but Zhao Xiheng called him back, saying, "Make it an inch and a half wider."

Two inches seems a bit too wide. If Wei Li is dressed sloppily, he might grumble about her behind her back.

He was the same; he was nowhere to be seen during the day. It was only when the eldest son of a clothing shop sneaked up the mountain at night to take his measurements that he was taken.

Wei Li went back around noon and saw that the bump on Zhao Xiheng's forehead had not only not disappeared, but was even getting worse. In the evening, he went to the pharmacy on his way and bought a jar of ointment for bruises and sprains.

The shopkeeper trembled as he handed over the ointment. Wei Li sniffed it and looked somewhat disgusted.

The flavor is quite strong.

"Is it easy to use?"

"It works well. As long as it's not particularly severe, it will be fine overnight after applying it."

Wei Li reluctantly believed it, and when he turned around, he saw a scroll placed in the center of the pharmacy.

"Is this your store's signature item?" Wei Li pointed.

The shopkeeper nodded, "Yes."

Could Wei Li possibly be interested in this thing?

“I’ll buy it.” Wei Li pulled a piece of gold from his waist and tossed it casually, only the tip of his ear turning red.

"A bit too much..." Before the shopkeeper could finish speaking, Wei Li took the scroll and left, nimbly mounting his horse and galloping away.

He scratched his head. Why would Wei Li spend a piece of gold to buy this? They're everywhere on the street, costing only one coin each.

When Wei Li got home, he was a little out of breath, but having learned from his previous experience, he enjoyed watching the show much more this time.

He shoved the portrait onto the table and quickly unfolded it.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, his head wrapped in a cloth, stood between the rocks, carrying a large medicine basket on his back, filled with medicinal herbs. He held a hoe in his left hand and herbs in his right, with a kind and benevolent expression.

Wei Li's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, plummeted into Chagan Lake.

He rolled up the portrait, casually found a place to put it, and bought a portrait of Li Shizhen for a piece of gold...

Unable to see what he wanted to see, Wei Li took the medicine and went to deliver it to Zhao Xiheng.

Zhao Xiheng was sitting by her dressing table, which was piled with books, making way for her precious cosmetics.

She was holding a book in her hands, reading it intently.

Wei Li leaned closer, and the cover clearly read "Farming Seasons in Four Seasons".

He was so engrossed in looking at this broken thing that he didn't even notice him coming in.

He tapped the medicine bottle on the table, making a crisp sound.

Zhao Xiheng's attention was drawn to him. She looked up and glanced at him, then lowered her head again and continued reading.

"Here you go." Wei Li tapped the table again.

"Oh, thank you, you can leave it there." Zhao Xiheng didn't even look up.

"Aren't you even going to look at what this is?" Wei Li pressed the book down from her hands.

"The ointment smells strongly of medicine."

If she wanted to apply it, she would have done so already. She already had some at home, but Wei Li, that dog, is so small he doesn't even remember it, so she bought it again. But she doesn't like applying it; it makes her forehead sticky, and sometimes when strands of hair fall down, it gets stuck to her hair. Plus, it smells bad. Anyway, the bumps will go away in a few days.

"Aren't you going to use the ointment? Does your swollen head look better?" He said in an unfriendly tone, pushing the ointment in front of her. Zhao Xiheng was extremely bothered by the bump on her forehead, and even the mirror on her dressing table was now covered with cloth.

Wei Li seemed unable to bear seeing her in comfort, so he lifted one side of the cloth covering the mirror, and Zhao Xiheng could clearly see her purplish-blue forehead. Her originally fair and tender skin was frighteningly swollen and looked extremely unsightly.

"I don't want to apply it, it's too much trouble."

She hurriedly tossed the cloth back onto the mirror, then glared at Wei Li. She wondered who had bumped into her, causing the bump on her forehead; the culprit, however, seemed remarkably unharmed.

I originally intended to cut it open, but since I was under someone else's roof, I had to be more discreet.

But as it turns out, if you can glare at someone, then glare at them; if you can stab someone, then stab them. Don't be reserved.

Zhao Xiheng's eyes were watery, her thick, long eyelashes trembling, and the corners of her eyes slightly upturned. Even a single glance from her was full of charm. Wei Li inexplicably felt as if he had been struck by a fine lightning bolt, especially his heart, which felt tingly and numb, and his throat felt dry and tight.

The velvet cloth hanging on the mirror wasn't secure and fell down with a thud, clearly reflecting the two people's images.

Wei Li pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and controlled himself to keep from becoming flustered. He unscrewed the small jar containing the ointment, his fingers trembling slightly. He pressed the ointment heavily onto the jar, scooped out a small piece, and then rubbed it in his palm to dissolve it into a shiny, oily substance.

Zhao Xiheng felt suffocated just looking at it. She used to put this oily stuff on her lips at night to prevent them from chapping. "I don't want to."

She jerked her waist backward to dodge.

Wei Li frowned and called to her, "Come here."

"don't want."

"Just apply it and it will be fine."

"No, I don't want that either." Zhao Xiheng leaned back again. The embroidered stool had no backrest, and her waist twitched. Wei Li grabbed her back with his right hand and pulled her back.

"I hope you die from this fall." When she fell just now, she probably landed headfirst, and she'll not only get a bump on her forehead, but also on the back of her head.

"Is there any medicated oil on your hands?" Zhao Xiheng asked her.

He used both hands to dissolve the ointment, so now the ointment is all over his clothes.

Zhao Xiheng was unhappy at the thought, wondering if she could wash the oily residue off.

"You've got a lot to do." Wei Li deliberately mischievously wiped his palm on her clothes again, rubbing all the excess medicated oil from his right hand onto her clothes. "We'll buy more if it gets dirty."

“Nouveau riche,” Zhao Xiheng muttered.

"What are you saying?" Wei Li patted her on the back. "Are you not going to scold me?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Whether she actually cursed or not, only the person involved knows for sure.

The mirror perfectly reflected the figures and movements of the two people.

Wei Li bent down, his right hand still resting on her back. Perhaps afraid she would run away, he moved closer. Their clothes were connected, and the fabric swayed in the mirror, rippling like water.

"Bear with it." Wei Li moved his lips in the mirror, leaned over to examine Zhao Xiheng's face closely, and then pressed his left hand against the bruise on Zhao Xiheng's forehead.

"Hiss." Zhao Xiheng almost cried out, but she restrained herself for the sake of her reputation. She grabbed Wei Li's clothes and tore at them to relieve the pain in that instant.

It fucking hurts.

"Ouch." Wei Li rubbed it again, which made Zhao Xiheng feel even more pain. She changed her grip from Wei Li's clothes to Wei Li's wrist, leaned back, and tried to escape.

Zhao Xiheng shouted twice, for the real world is always more vivid than the reflection in a mirror.

Wei Li glanced down at her; her neatly trimmed nails were almost digging into his flesh. He ignored it, simply using his right hand to hold Zhao Xiheng's back and pull her towards him. He pressed his left hand against Zhao Xiheng's forehead again, saying, "Bear with it."

"It hurts." Zhao Xiheng almost cried, but she didn't hold back and let the tears fall, making her voice soft and sweet.

Wei Li loosened his grip and let go.

Zhao Xiheng cried her eyes out, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to wear this anymore." Wei Li let go after she cried out once, and after she cried out a couple more times, she figured she wouldn't have to wear this stuff anymore.

Wei Li didn't speak, but moved his gaze from her forehead to her mouth inch by inch.

It's very rosy; this time I didn't apply any random stuff.

As Zhao Xiheng was shedding tears, she realized something was wrong. His gaze was like that of a wolf eyeing its prey, almost burning a hole in her face.

Wei Li had single eyelids, and when his eyes were lowered, he was both alluring and terrifying, making Zhao Xiheng's heart tremble.

She stepped back, but Wei Li blocked her back with his right hand to stop her from moving, while he moved closer to her.