Xu Qianlian moved with light steps, each step seemingly afraid of disturbing the surrounding air, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Qin Qianluo.

My gaze was drawn by invisible threads, fixed firmly on that tall, straight back.

Her eyes sparkled with a radiant light, filled with adoration and reverence, burning as if she were chasing after the stars and the moon.

It was as if everything in the world had lost its luster, except for that figure, which shone brightly.

At this moment, Qin Qianluo was chatting and laughing with Su Jinyun, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and a gentle smile on her lips.

She would occasionally raise her hand to gently brush away the stray hairs at her temples, displaying a carefree and unrestrained demeanor in every gesture, without any airs of superiority.

Seeing this, a blush crept onto Xu Qian's cheeks, just like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom on a spring branch, delicate and shy.

Even the tips of her ears turned a faint pink. She lowered her head slightly, using her hair to cover her burning cheeks.

But the barely suppressed smile on her lips betrayed her inner joy.

Just now, in the backyard of the Imperial Medical Academy, Qin Qianluo was focused on her work, her eyes sharp and determined, her control over the experimental details precise and accurate, and her technique in preparing the medicines by hand skillful.

She would sometimes bend down to observe the reactions, and sometimes pick up a pen to record data; every movement was fluid and confident.

Qin Qianluo's rigorous attitude and keen insight into knowledge earned the respect of everyone present.

Xu Qian watched intently, her heart filled with admiration. At that moment, she seemed to see the radiance of the goddess of wisdom shining on Qin Qianluo.

At this moment, having the good fortune to witness King Zhao's kind and approachable side in private, Xu Qian felt like the luckiest person in the world, her heart filled with joy and excitement.

My heart felt as if it were filled with honey, and even my steps became lighter, as if I were floating on clouds.

Now that she had become King Zhao's student, just thinking about it made her smile involuntarily.

The joy in my heart was like a flood bursting its banks, surging and overwhelming, and I couldn't wait to announce this good fortune to the whole world.

Actually, there were some things that Xu Qian had never mentioned to her father.

Her admiration for Prince Zhao was not something that happened overnight, but rather something that quietly took root and sprouted over time.

I still remember the day we first met. The sunlight poured down, warmly covering the earth, and a graceful, delicate-looking person sat steadily on a tall horse.

The horse was strong and powerful, its hooves striking the ground with a light, clear sound, as if playing a unique melody for this extraordinary person.

The woman stood imposingly at the forefront of the army, her armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight, creating a striking contrast with the confident smile on her face.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the direction of the palace, and he exuded an innate kingly aura, like a dazzling star streaking across the sky, instantly striking Xu Qian's heart.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the surrounding noise became a blurred background.

Xu Qian's gaze could no longer leave that figure; her heart was filled with awe and curiosity for this legendary person.

After that, that figure often appeared in her dreams.

Or on another occasion, at a banquet, the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, and the officials and ministers, harboring ulterior motives, threw out one tricky question after another, trying to make things difficult for this young official.

King Zhao, dressed in magnificent robes and adorned with dazzling pearl hairpins, stood upright in the center of the hall, like a resilient rose blooming amidst thorns.

Faced with the crowd's difficulties, she smiled, a smile that seemed gentle and harmless, but her words were as sharp as blades.

Each reasoned and well-founded rebuttal refuted the opponent's points one by one, leaving no room for compromise.

She spoke fluently and logically, exuding confidence and composure in every gesture and glance, radiating a powerful aura.

It was deeply imprinted in Xu Qian's mind, causing her to completely fall for it and develop endless longing and admiration from the bottom of her heart.

After that, Xu Qian began to silently collect all the stories about King Zhao. Every time she heard something, her admiration for him grew stronger.

Countless moments like these left an indelible mark on Xu Qian's heart.

Her gaze would always unconsciously follow that bright and confident figure.

Whether it was a fleeting glimpse on the street or hearing about King Zhao's legendary deeds, this admiration only grew stronger.

When Xu Qian heard that her father was studying the medical skills he had learned from King Zhao, her inner desire was instantly ignited, as if she had found the light of dawn in the darkness, and she couldn't wait to throw herself into it.

When consulting books, she would often sit for hours in the dim candlelight, her fingers gently stroking the yellowed pages, not letting go of any potentially useful information.

During repeated experiments, she was patient and focused, never getting discouraged even after multiple failures, adjusting the formula and improving the method time and time again.

The scars on her hands from experiments are proof of her dedication to this passion.

Hard work pays off. She finally helped her father successfully research allicin, and now she has achieved her wish and become the prince's student.

All of this happened so suddenly and so beautifully that Xu Qian felt as if she were in a wonderful dream, filled with a sense of unreality.

She gently pinched her palm, and only after feeling a slight sting did she realize that this was not a dream. Then she was enveloped by an immense sense of happiness.

She secretly resolved to cherish this hard-won master-disciple relationship, to study diligently under King Zhao's tutelage, and to live up to his expectations.

Xu Qian was lost in her own fantasy the whole way.

Images of Qin Qianluo's focused expression during experiments and her spirited demeanor at the banquet flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

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