Seeing that the old physician was somewhat moved, Zhao Shu pressed on, "Think about it, your medical skills are no worse than those of Physician Zhang, yet when people mention the best doctors of our time, they all think of Physician Zhang. Especially after you pass away, no one will remember you. Your descendants will also be inferior to others because of your lack of ambition. We are all families with a long tradition of medicine, why should you suffer this injustice? I feel indignant on your behalf..."

He went on and on, and even Prince Yong felt it was a bit much. As he listened, he even felt that Physician Peng was being wronged.

The old doctor was so swayed by Zhao Shu that he became like a rebellious teenager, suddenly filled with fighting spirit, determined to clear his name and bring honor to his descendants.

Many years later, recalling this day still evokes a sense of exhilaration, not because Zhao Shu's words were so inspiring, but because of Zhao Shu, he became a legend.

He was already a centenarian by then.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Zhao Shu wrote down several prescriptions for Doctor Peng. These prescriptions were for some difficult and complicated diseases. While writing them down, she deliberately wrote down one wrong ingredient.

"Old Peng, please take a look at these prescriptions. I prepared them according to the medicinal properties of herbs in medical books. You are an expert, so please give me some pointers."

Old Physician Peng didn't believe that Zhao Shu could prepare the medicine herself, but he had just thought that Zhao Shu was really a good girl, so he couldn't refuse her now.

I glanced at it and saw that the prescription was very well-crafted, except that one ingredient was too strong and unsuitable. "It would be better to replace this ingredient with Bupleurum."

"It harmonizes the exterior and interior, soothes the liver and relieves depression, raises yang and lifts prolapse, reduces fever and stops malaria. Indeed, Bupleurum is more suitable. Elder Peng, you are truly wise." Zhao Shu praised hurriedly.

Physician Peng stroked his not-so-long goatee, his face beaming with pride, and his smile became much more amiable. He felt even more that Princess Jun was a well-behaved and good child.

"I didn't expect the princess to be knowledgeable in medicine; that's quite rare," Physician Peng said with surprise after his initial pride.

Zhao Shu said shyly and embarrassedly, "I just think the medical field is profound and I'm very curious about it. When I have nothing to do, I just flip through it randomly, and I've even remembered the properties of a few herbs."

She made it sound easy, but learning these things was anything but easy. In order to remember the medicinal properties of the herbs, she got up early every day to memorize them and reviewed them before going to bed at night.

Later on, memorizing and recalling what they had memorized became a habit.

This child is studious, humble, and talented. Physician Peng began to praise Zhao Shu to the skies. The more he looked at Zhao Shu, the more obedient and sensible he found her. If she were a boy, he would definitely take her as his disciple.

"Your Highness is too modest. It's never a bad thing to be knowledgeable in medicine. I just heard the Prince mention that he wants to prepare a shampoo formula. Does Your Highness have any good ideas?"

After reviewing Zhao Shu's prescriptions, he discovered that, apart from one ingredient being used inappropriately, these prescriptions were ones he had never seen before. Having practiced medicine for decades, he probably knew more about the properties of medicinal herbs than Zhao Shu did.

You can tell at a glance whether those prescriptions are acceptable or not.

Unconsciously, he felt a sense of anticipation. In all his experience, what other remedy was needed to wash hair? Rice water, soapberry, wood ash, hibiscus leaves, and poria cocos—weren't these traditional remedies from our ancestors good enough?

Girls love beauty and are not used to using soap or wood ash. Hibiscus leaves and poria cocos will give off a pleasant fragrance after washing, so his granddaughter is used to using hibiscus leaves and poria cocos to wash her hair.

“It’s getting late, Elder Peng, why don’t you rest first? Or perhaps play a game of chess with my father?” Zhao Shu gestured to Green Ivy to set up the white jade chessboard.

We need to cooperate in the long term, so we must change the old imperial physician's opinion of his father, otherwise there will be a lot of friction in our cooperation.

The old imperial physician was unwilling to offend Prince Yong, but he also disdained to 'go along with him'.

However, since he thought Zhao Shu was a cute, well-behaved, and sensible child, he naturally wouldn't refuse to give her face.

After setting up the white jade chessboard, he glared angrily at Prince Yong.

Prince Yong was no longer angry. He had just felt that his daughter had fooled the old man a bit too much and felt sorry for Physician Peng. Now, he was able to act as a teacher and teach people how to play chess.

He immediately gave a big smile and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Peng."

Interacting with people is like dating; someone always has to compromise first. As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. The old physician Peng awkwardly cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, please."

After Prince Yong sat down, Physician Peng sat down as well. A white jade chessboard was laid out, but Physician Peng knew nothing about it and wanted to ask a question, but Prince Yong asked Zhao Shu first.

"Didn't I take it back to your royal uncle?"

Zhao Shu nodded, "I borrowed it again, and then my uncle said he would give it to me for safekeeping, but he didn't say how long I would keep it or when I would return it."

"That's wonderful. Just now, the steward said that the household is in dire straits and that the concubines' monthly allowances would have to be halved. I was worried about how we would survive without the white jade chessboard, but I didn't expect it to come back."

Just as Prince Yong was saying this, Uncle Fu came to report something to Zhao Shu. Upon hearing these words, he was immediately embarrassed and couldn't help but steal glances at Physician Peng. The mansion was so poor; it wouldn't sound good if word got out.

Prince Yong didn't think too much about it; being poor wasn't shameful. Zhao Shu, on the other hand, thought it would be good if word got out that Prince Yong's mansion was as poor as possible.

"Uncle Fu, is something the matter?" she asked.

Uncle Fu bowed to each person, and after the ceremony, he glanced at Physician Peng, unsure whether he should report this here.

Zhao Shu noticed his concern and asked, "Is it because of the garrison troops?"

"Yes, Lord Wang said that General Peng has led his troops to garrison outside the city. Tomorrow morning, he will escort the wounded and elderly soldiers back to their hometowns. All travel expenses and military pay subsidies have been distributed. The soldiers returning home want to bid farewell to the Prince and the Princess in person tomorrow."

Seeing the wounded and elderly soldiers holding silver, tears streaming down their faces, he couldn't help but be moved. Those who spoke ill of the prince and princess were simply blind.

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