Chapter 42: 60%

After bathing, Ye Qingyu felt refreshed and refreshed. He looked at Qing Yi's worried face and said with a smile, "It's still good to be young!"

"Ah? Xiaoye, what did you say?" Qing Yi looked confused.

"Didn't you say that I didn't praise you? It's not too late to praise you now!"

"Ah! That... Xiaoye... I..." Qingyi didn't expect that Xiaoye had such a fever because of what happened last night, but he was still in the mood to make a joke.

"You are really energetic. I can't see any sign of fatigue in you." Ye Qingyu seemed to be praising you sincerely.

"Hey, Xiao Ye, this is just the beginning. To be honest, I have only exerted 60% of my potential!" Qing Yi saw that Ye Qingyu was in much better condition and was in the mood to tease him, so he couldn't help but brag.

"Sixty percent?" Ye Qingyu asked back.

"Well, if you use it at full capacity, you'll probably have to sleep for three days and three nights." Qing Yi was going to brag as much as he could.

"..." Ye Qingyu was silent. He didn't believe it, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, for fear of arousing this kid's desire to win. What if he said he wanted to give it a try? No matter whether he won or lost, he would have to bear the consequences.

"How do you put on these clothes?" Qing Yi helped Ye Qingyu put on his clothes, but he was wearing royal clothes in the palace, which had many accessories and was extremely complicated. Qing Yi really couldn't understand it.

"How stupid! Let the palace maid come in to serve you!" Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi with disdain as he frowned.

"Why are you asking them for anything? Xiaoye, don't you have hands? You need someone to help you even when you're getting dressed." Qingyi said dissatisfiedly. In the palace, he had Ruyi serving him, but now that he was in the palace, he finally had no personal maids anymore, and now he had the little palace maids by his side.

"..." This guy is stupid and doesn't let others serve him! Ye Qingyu complained in his heart.

He began to instruct Qing Yi to help him dress. Since this kid didn't want others to serve him, then he would teach him. He was too lazy to do it anyway.

After much difficulty, under Ye Qingyu's personal command, although Master Qingyi was a little clumsy, he managed to dress the little prince of the Northwest neatly.

Next came the hair-tying process. Ye Qingyu's hair was always very delicate, but no matter how much the young prince instructed, Qing Yi was still unable to do it. Finally, Qing Yi shook his head helplessly and gave up the task, saying, "Young prince, please wait a moment. I will go and call someone."

Soon, as the young prince stood up, the previously quiet Luohua Palace suddenly became lively. Over here, a young palace maid was carefully tying her master's hair; over there, palace servants were systematically arranging various dishes.

After Ye Qingyu had packed up, he strolled over to the table. At this moment, a young eunuch brought over a bowl of medicine and said respectfully, "Young Prince, this is specially sent by Imperial Physician Wang. I told you to drink it while it's hot."

When Ye Qingyu saw that it was a decoction, his brows immediately furrowed, and he said casually, "Put it there first, and we'll talk about it later."

"Young Prince, this medicine can't be delayed. It will lose its effect if it gets cold," Qing Yi advised. It was extremely difficult to get the young prince of the Northwest to drink the medicine while he was still sober.

"I'm fine now, no need to drink." Ye Qingyu refused decisively.

"Master, this is something I specially asked Doctor Wang to brew. Drinking it will help you recover faster," Qingfeng also advised. After preparing the bathing supplies for his master, he left and went to the Imperial Hospital to ask Doctor Wang for a prescription. When Doctor Wang heard that the young prince was ill, he hurried to oversee the brewing of the medicine himself, and when it was ready, he specially sent it over.

"...I don't want to drink now." Ye Qingyu said, but asked the little palace maid to serve him half a bowl of porridge. It was obvious that he was a little hungry.

"Master, this is the lotus root powder and cinnamon sugar cake that Doctor Wang got from the Queen. I heard that the young prince was ill, so I brought it to you as a gift." Qingfeng said as he took out a small paper bag containing a few pieces of sugar cake.

"Well, let me try it." It is well known that the little prince has no resistance to desserts.

"Young Prince, please drink the medicine first and then eat the cake." Qing Yi took the medicine from the young eunuch and handed it to Ye Qingyu.

Ye Qingyu looked at the medicine in her hand, then at the lotus root powder and cinnamon sugar cake on the table. After weighing the pros and cons, she thought: If I don't take the medicine, these two people will definitely not give me the sugar cake.

At Qingfeng and Qingyi's insistence, the little prince of the Northwest finally pinched his nose and drank the medicine reluctantly, then began to eat the sugar cake with relish.

Seeing this, Qingyi couldn't help but praise Qingfeng in his heart: "Qingfeng is really capable. He even ran to the Imperial Hospital to get medicine for Xiaoye. He also knew that his master had the bad habit of not taking medicine with dessert, so he specially brought some sweet cakes." As he spoke, Qingyi blinked at Qingfeng, but Qingfeng remained cold and calm, as if he didn't see him.

"This guy is so boring!" Qing Yi secretly complained. Then he thought about it and became curious again: What did Qing Feng say to Doctor Wang?

After everyone finished eating, Ye Qingyu said he wanted to sleep for a while. Qingyi didn't want to disturb him, so he and Qingfeng left together.

"Qingfeng, what did you tell Doctor Wang about your master's illness?" Qing Yi asked curiously. After all, medicine can't be prescribed randomly; it has to be suitable for the symptoms. Qingfeng couldn't possibly tell anyone why his master had a fever!

“…” Qingfeng was silent for a while, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Qingyi.

"What is this?" Qing Yi asked, puzzled. He took the small bottle and examined it carefully, finding it quite exquisite. He opened the cap and a refreshing fragrance filled his nose.

“…” Qingfeng fell silent again.

"Hmm? Qingfeng, what's wrong with you? Can you say something? What is this?" Qingyi asked. Qingfeng's expression was somewhat intriguing, as if he was a little embarrassed and wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Well, Doctor Wang said that this can treat both internal and external injuries..." Qingfeng took a long time to utter these words.

"Ah? Who's injured?" Qing Yi asked doubtfully. After asking, he realized what was happening, and his face instantly turned the same color as Qing Feng's, dark with a hint of red.

"You...you...Qingfeng, did you tell Doctor Wang about Xiaoye and me?" Qingyi asked in shock.

"No...I didn't say that." Qingfeng quickly shook his head and denied it.

"You didn't tell me, how did he give it to you?" Qing Yi already knew what was inside the porcelain bottle. He'd always wanted to ask that charlatan for more, even though he'd never had the chance. But how had Qing Feng asked Doctor Wang for it? How could he even ask for it?

Seeing Qingyi's surprised expression, Qingfeng just emphasized again that he definitely did not tell Doctor Wang about the matter between his master and him, but he refused to tell Qingyi how he got this kind of fun thing.