This work is clearly the work of Yue Xiyuan.

The nannies could tell from Yan An's expression that she was very satisfied with the wedding dress.

“Your Highness, since you have tried on this wedding dress and it fits you well, we old servants will take our leave now.”

Yan An stretched out his hand, and Bai Tao placed a few silver notes on it.

"The old women take it to drink tea on ordinary days."

Upon seeing so much silver, the old women could no longer contain their smiles. "Thank you, Your Highness. The Prince and Princess are truly a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman."

"You flatter me, Granny."

After the nanny left, Yan An had some free time and continued reading the novel in her hands.

After leaving Luancheng, Yan Shaoheng felt something was wrong, regardless of how many pills he had taken before or the new pills Yunxi had developed.

It will recur within a few hours.

To verify his thoughts, Yan Shaoheng went out for some fresh air and rode a horse for a whole day.

As he had expected, the venomous insect in his heart never acted up again.

"Why are you riding a horse today? Why aren't you inside with my mother?"

Yue Zhixiao doesn't understand love between men and women; perhaps love doesn't even exist for him.

But he felt that since the two of them had been separated for decades and were now reunited, he should stay by his mother's side.

Instead of riding alone here, he never paid any attention to his mother all day.

“My old ailment has flared up again. I need to get some fresh air. Only at times like this can your father act like a normal person.”

Yue Zhixiao glanced at the legs clamped around the horse's belly and suddenly realized something.

Your legs?

"Alright, I've been cooped up in Yan for over twenty years. Now that I can finally get out and about, let me take a walk."

Perhaps Yue Zhixiao felt that he had touched a nerve with Yan Shaoheng, and that his words were full of sorrow.

"Feel sorry."

“Well, there’s not so much to apologize for between a father and son. I’m already very grateful that you can open your heart to me.”

How many more days until we reach the State of Yan?

"We're now in the Yan Kingdom. Another half-day's journey and we'll reach the capital. How is it? Isn't it different from the Yue Kingdom? It has a unique charm?"

Along the way, the scenery of Yan was indeed different from that of Yue.

The Yue Kingdom was a vast and prosperous country, while the Yan Kingdom, though a small country, was unique in that it had mountains and rivers and extremely varied terrain.

"Indeed, in the past, the things that were presented as tribute were the most strange and unusual from the Yan Kingdom. Now it seems that these are just the tip of the iceberg."

"Haha, Xiao'er is right. Once we return, the Yan Kingdom will be ours."

Half a day later, Yan Shaoheng's army indeed arrived in the capital, and Yan Shaoheng got into his carriage early.

Once he entered the capital, he was still the Prince Heng, crippled in both legs.

"I have met Prince Heng."

"Um."

"Xiao'er, let Cheng Ying take you to choose your favorite courtyard. It will be yours from now on."

"Thank you, Father."

After Yue Zhixiao left, Yan Shaoheng couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Jing Shu, did you hear that? He called me father."

"I heard you, I heard you. It seems that Xiao'er has truly accepted you."

"With you all, my life from now on is enough."

Despite the excruciating pain in his heart, Yan Shaoheng embraced Chen Jingshu. Now he was absolutely certain.

It's something on Chen Jingshu's body that could trigger the Gu worms in his body.

"Jing Shu, what did you eat or use at the Prince Xiao's residence? Has anyone seen you?"

Chen Jingshu didn't know why he asked that, so she could only answer honestly.

"No, apart from the letters you gave me, no one has come. As for the food, it's even more hateful; every day it's just the leftovers they eat."

“At first I could barely endure it, but after receiving your letter, I could barely swallow the food. Shaoheng, you have no idea how much suffering my son and I endured there.”

Seeing his beloved woman sobbing uncontrollably, Yan Shaoheng's heart ached.

"Jing Shu, don't worry. I will make them pay for all the suffering you and Xiao'er have endured."

"really?"

"Jing Shu doesn't believe me?"

"I believe you, but besides revenge, I want you more."

Chen Jingshu reached for Yan Shaoheng's clothes, about to do something, but was stopped by Yan Shaoheng.

“Yunxi happens to be at the manor. I’ll call him over to take your pulses and help you both get some treatment.”

Before Chen Jingshu could say anything, Yan Shaoheng had already disappeared from her sight.

It wasn't that he didn't want to do something with her, it's just that he couldn't do it right now.

He would rather she hate him than hurt her.

"I have met Prince Heng."

"Yunxi, come and take my pulse."

The Yun Xi in front of Yan Shaoheng was Tianxuan Daoist's disciple and Bai Qing Venerable's junior brother. By chance, Yan Shaoheng saved him.

He also provided a considerable number of able-bodied men each month to develop poisons for him.

The living dead were his masterpiece.

As for Yan Shaoheng's legs, it was Yun Xi who introduced the Gu worm into his body, allowing him to stand up like a normal person.

Yun Xi placed her hand on Yan Shaoheng's arm. "Is Prince Heng feeling unwell? Judging from his pulse, Prince Heng's health is perfectly normal."

Yan Shaoheng recounted everything that had happened to him to Yun Xi.

“I share the same thought as Prince Heng; the problem may lie with the Princess.”

"That's why I called you here, so you could take a look at their pulses."

"What's wrong with the young prince?"

"Jing Shu thinks Xiao'er has an illness and wants you to treat him. However, if you can really cure him, the number of able-bodied men will double. If you can't, then don't tell Jing Shu."

"I understand. Prince Heng, please lead the way."

"Jing Shu, this is Yun Xi."

"Mr. Yun, seeing is believing, I have long admired your name."

“Jing Shu, let Yun Xi take a look at you. Now that you’re home, you should make up for all the suffering you endured before.”

Hearing Yan Shaoheng's concern, Chen Jingshu felt her cheeks flush slightly, revealing a shy, girlish expression.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Yun."

"You're too kind, Your Highness."

While Yun Xi was taking Xiao'er's pulse, she asked, "Mr. Yun, I wonder if you can treat Xiao'er's illness?"

“Prince Heng has already told me that I will do my best to treat him, so please rest assured, Your Highness.”

"I feel much more at ease knowing that you said that."

A moment later, "Mr. Yun, is my body alright?"

"The princess is in good health, but she has been eating less these past few days. I will prescribe a medicine for her now, and with the help of the meals provided in the manor, she will recover in a few days."

Hearing Yun Xi's words, Chen Jing Shu finally felt relieved. "See, I told you I was fine, but you were so worried."