After Xiao Qingyin helped Princess Zhaoyang stop her asthma attack, she asked Yi Shuihan, "Is her asthma attacking more and more frequently?"

Yi Shuihan nodded: "Yes, it used to only flare up two or three times a year, but now it flares up almost every month."

"If you want to cure it completely, you need to give her bee therapy."

Xiao Qingyin replied.

Princess Zhaoyang's illness was similar to that of Ning Shi; both suffered from an overreaction of the immune system, which violently attacked the body.

Bee therapy combines the effects of acupuncture, medicine, and moxibustion, effectively regulating the immune system and improving the patient's physical condition.

With the Ning family as a precedent, Yi Shuihan did not hesitate for long and nodded, saying, "Okay, thank you for your trouble."

The treatment course also requires ten days. Xiao Qingyin originally only wanted to come to see patients during the day, but Marquis Yong'an was worried that if something unexpected happened, he would not be able to pick her up in time, so he suggested, "Why don't you stay at the Marquis's residence?"

Xiao Qingyin, thinking of Xiao Qingrong who might cause her trouble, agreed.

Princess Zhaoyang was in much better condition than Ning Shi had been. Xiao Qingyin didn't need to keep a close eye on her. Seeing that she had some free time, Yi Shuihan took out the butter and spices that Yi Wu and the others had prepared.

"They said you promised to do it yesterday, but you didn't go yesterday."

Yi Shuihan said shamelessly.

It was those guys who were making such a racket; it wasn't him who was craving hot pot.

"I'm sorry, I went to the palace yesterday and forgot about it."

Xiao Qingyin started preparing the base ingredients in the Hou Mansion's kitchen.

The fragrance filled the entire house.

Princess Zhaoyang felt that none of the dishes on the table tasted good anymore.

She put down her chopsticks and said to Marquis Yong'an, "See what delicious food they're making in the kitchen, and get me a portion."

"You're taking medicine, so you can't eat anything you don't need."

Marquis Yong'an sneered.

"You should ask first, just in case it's edible."

"Greedy cat." Marquis Yong'an said with a doting expression, "Alright, I'll go take a look."

Xiao Qingyin's answer was no.

"Your Highness should not eat any foods that may trigger allergies or other adverse reactions while receiving bee therapy."

Princess Zhaoyang was deeply disappointed and said nothing, but stared straight at Xiao Qingyin with her captivating phoenix eyes.

Xiao Qingyin couldn't bear the beautiful woman's mournful expression, so she immediately offered more than a dozen recipes.

These are all dishes that the Xi Dynasty had not yet developed.

Princess Zhaoyang ate with great relish, beaming with joy all day long, and boasting to everyone she met about having such a wonderful wife.

"Mother, she hasn't married into the family yet, don't talk nonsense."

Yi Shuihan couldn't help but remind her.

"Isn't this just a matter of time?"

Princess Zhaoyang said nonchalantly.

Suddenly remembering something, she straightened her face and questioned, "Han'er, you wouldn't be unhappy about this, would you?"

With superb medical skills, amazing culinary abilities, a gentle temperament, and outstanding looks, there's no second girl like her in the entire capital.

If you're not happy about this, do you want to fly to the moon?!

Yi Shuihan's lips twitched.

Isn't it said that mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have always been natural enemies? Why is his mother protecting her?

"I know she seems nice, but she hasn't been in Beijing for long, and we don't know her well..."

"What else do you want to know?" Princess Zhaoyang glanced at him. "Back then, I only met your father once before I made the decision."

Yi Shuihan: "..."

How can these be the same?

My father came from an official family and was the top scholar in the imperial examinations, achieving the highest honors in all three levels of the imperial examinations. His family history spanned eighteen generations.

Xiao Qingyin is like a fairy who appeared out of nowhere, her whole being is shrouded in mystery.

He wouldn't feel comfortable marrying her without knowing her background.

Besides...

Thinking of the scene she witnessed at the entrance of the Xiao residence that day, Yi Shuihan's heart tightened. She still didn't know what was going on between her and Bai Musheng.

Seeing his silence, Princess Zhaoyang sighed.

"You've always been a bit cunning, and overthinking isn't a good thing."

Yi Shuihan: Hehe, of all the people in the manor, you're the one who doesn't use your brain much. It's all because my father spoiled you.

"I know what I'm doing, so don't worry about it."

Princess Zhaoyang was furious at his stubbornness.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.

"What's wrong?" Marquis Yong'an pulled the person into his arms. "Are you feeling unwell?"

“No,” Princess Zhaoyang put her arm around his waist, “I’m just worried about Han’er.”

"He's already so old, what is there for you to worry about?"

Marquis Yong'an stroked her back and spoke gently.

He made a mental note of Yi Shuihan's name, thinking, "That unfilial son, he's tormenting his Ning'er again."

"He's already twenty, and he won't even get close to a girl. Do you think he's still hiding that kind of thing?"

Princess Zhaoyang choked up as she spoke.

That matter?

Marquis Yong'an paused for a few seconds before remembering what she was referring to, then shook his head, "So many years have passed, he's long forgotten."

"Really?" Princess Zhaoyang asked with a hint of doubt. "Then why doesn't he get close to women?"

Marquis Yong'an: "..."

He was curious to know which eye of hers saw that her son was not interested in women. Didn't she see that he hadn't even gone to the military camp these past few days, and that Miss Xiao had followed him everywhere?

It's almost like I'm just a pendant for someone else.

What kind of look is that?

Fortunately, he was bold enough back then to propose to her directly when he saw her. Otherwise, with her poor eyesight, she probably wouldn't have been able to see his feelings even after chasing him for three or five years.

"Let nature take its course. Maybe he'll figure it out in a few days."

Marquis Yong'an gave a perfunctory reply.

"you're right."

Princess Zhaoyang fell asleep immediately after speaking.

Poor Marquis Yong'an, he held a beautiful woman in his arms, yet could do nothing, and spent a sleepless night until dawn.

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To help Xiao Qingyin better understand her son and bring them closer, Princess Zhaoyang shared many interesting stories about her son's growth with her.

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