The prince had lost his temper and nodded tolerantly. He opened the cabinet, took out a package from it, and handed it to Zhao Shu. "A-Jun, many things were lost on the way. These are things that girls like. Take them and don't show them to others. This is the only thing your brother can give you."

Zhao Shu reached out and took the package. Before she could speak, the Crown Prince waved his hand and said, "Please come in, sir."

He was like an old man, weary in heart and body, wanting to sleep forever. Even hearing Ouyang Ping's name gave him no hope. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He could not bear another disappointment, so he stopped hoping.

Before Zhao Shu could say anything more, Huo Danlan forcibly led her out of the house. Ouyang Ping and Huo Danlan exchanged a glance and nodded. Ouyang Ping then went into the house.

"Aunt, so many people couldn't find the Crown Prince, so how did the Hao family manage to come along?" Zhao Shu couldn't understand this question. How did the Imperial Father-in-law, Marquis Zhongyong, and the Imperial Uncle, Hao Zekai, manage to come along?

“You don’t understand the affairs of adults, so don’t meddle, okay? If the Crown Prince gives you something, keep it. He told you not to show it to others, so don’t show it to others.” Huo Danlan squatted down to look at Zhao Shu and wiped away the tears on her face. “You’re the best, the most obedient. Come on, Auntie will take you to see the camellia.”

Zhao Shu shook her head, "No, I want to wait for Mr. Ouyang."

As they were talking, Ouyang Ping came out. He stepped out of the house and met Huo Danlan's gaze. He shook his head slightly, and Zhao Shu felt her heart burn with anxiety.

“Sir, I have something I would like to say to you. I wonder if you would be willing to listen?” Zhao Shu broke free from Huo Danlan’s hand and looked up to meet Ouyang Ping’s gaze.

Ouyang Ping did not refuse. With the old physician Peng praising Zhao Shu in his ear, he instinctively wanted to know what Zhao Shu had to say.

"Okay." He pointed to the pavilion not far away, and walked over there, crunching through the snow.

Zhao Shu said to Huo Danlan, "Aunt, you should go back first. There are some disobedient people in the manor. You have to find them."

Huo Danlan's gaze fell on Zhihai. Knowing Zhihai's abilities, she nodded slightly, barely agreeing. "Be careful. Come to Junhua Tower with the master later."

"Okay, Auntie."

After she finished speaking, she followed Ouyang Ping to the pavilion not far away, with Zhi Hai following closely behind.

Upon arriving at the pavilion, Zhao Shu cut to the chase, asking, "May I ask, sir, is there any possibility that my Crown Prince's leg can be cured?"

"What kind of cure might the princess have?" Ouyang Ping asked with interest.

"My elder brother, the Crown Prince, is the heir apparent of Dayong. To what extent do you think he should be cured?" Zhao Shu was too lazy to beat around the bush. The Crown Prince was the heir apparent and could not be left with a disability. There had never been a lame emperor in history.

Moreover, if it is not cured, the Crown Prince's heartache will probably never be healed.

Ouyang Ping's expression was solemn as he stared at the howling snowflakes, his gaze lingering for a long time. The Crown Prince's status was special; if his leg was injured, it would mean certain death.

The Crown Prince has no brothers born of the same mother. If he were to survive by chance, he would only be barely clinging to life and would never be able to die a peaceful death. Moreover, he would not be able to protect the Empress either. In this case, there are two lives lost, and behind these two lives, who knows how many more will be lost.

Ouyang Ping, the immortal physician, was a physician who could decide life and death. He hesitated for a long time at this moment.

"I... am unworthy of the title of Immortal Physician." He sighed and said this after a long time.

Zhao Shu, however, did not lament with him about the fragility of life and the insignificance of human power. Instead, she said, "If the bones were broken and reassembled, what are the chances that you could succeed?"

Ouyang Ping's eyes lit up instantly. He turned to stare at Zhao Shu, his gaze burning as if he were looking at a rare treasure. "What did you say?"

"I say, how confident are you, sir, in breaking the bones and setting them again?" Zhao Shu could tell that the prince's leg was lame because of a misaligned bone, but the best time for treatment had been missed, and now he was lame. If she wanted to cure him completely, she could only think of breaking the bone again and setting it again.

Ouyang Ping was shocked by Zhao Shu's audacious idea. He wouldn't even dare to think of it, but this little girl dared to think of it, and judging from her posture, she even dared to do it!

"Sir?" Zhao Shu pressed on, not letting Ouyang Ping off the hook. Ouyang Ping was known as the Immortal Physician. But it wasn't just about having good medical skills; one also needed a compassionate heart and a desire to heal the sick and save lives to be affectionately called the Immortal Physician by the people. That was the highest honor for a doctor.

He thought for a moment, "I need three days to get back to you. Give me three days." After saying that, Ouyang Ping ignored Zhao Shu, left the pavilion, and thought that interrupting and reconnecting might not be impossible.

Zhao Shu breathed a sigh of relief. She certainly didn't have the same confidence as the experienced old doctor. If all else failed, she would have to take matters into her own hands.

She stood in the pavilion, not feeling the cold wind on her face, when suddenly the maid who had led her there entered the prince's room carrying a tray.

There is a white bowl on the tray.

"Let's go take a look." Zhao Shu said, and then left the pavilion, her footsteps crunching through the snow.

Without even calling out, she pushed the door open and went out. As soon as she stepped out, she heard, "Who is it!"

The maidservant had already lifted the curtain and come out. She curtsied to Zhao Shu and said, "Princess, His Highness the Crown Prince needs to rest. Please come again tomorrow."

"Get out of my way!" Zhao Shu glanced at her coldly, her heart filled with anxiety, hoping that Hongye could protect the Crown Prince.

With Zhihai protecting her, she directly lifted the curtain and saw the Crown Prince lying on the bed. There was a white porcelain bowl on a high table next to the bed, with some medicine still in it. Zhao Shu quickly walked over, picked up the white porcelain bowl, and smelled it.

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