Zhong Muyu turned to leave, but Ji Xin'er grabbed her wrist: "Zhong Muyu, you've escaped this time, but I won't give up easily."

"What do you mean? What grudge do we have against each other?"

"There's nothing wrong with us, it's just that I feel you're not worthy of being the Princess Consort of Ling."

Zhong Muyu stared at her for a moment, and realized that she was actually Lu Ziyuan's admirer.

What's so good about a man with a bad temper? He's good for nothing except his face.

Zhong Muyu raised an eyebrow: "Whether you are worthy or not is not up to you to decide. Anyway, I am now the Princess Consort of Ling. Instead of causing trouble for me, you might as well go find that Su Zhirou. She is the most precious person in the Prince's heart, while you may not even know her."

"When I met Prince Ling, you and that Su Zhirou were still nowhere to be found. Hmph, fine, let you be smug for a few days."

After saying that, Ji Xin'er let go of his hand and left. Zhong Muyu felt that the woman's eyes were terrifying; did she want to kill him?

It seems I need to be careful around her these next few days.

Zhong Muyu rotated her wrist, but on the way back, she suddenly felt an itch in her arm.

The itching sensation started in her wrist and spread throughout her body. Zhong Muyu took out a flashlight and shone it on her wrist, where she saw a patch of red rash that was spreading up her arm.

What kind of poisonous substance did Ji Xin'er use?!

You can't scratch it, the more you scratch, the itchier it gets, but if you go back like this, people will laugh at you.

That's really vicious!

Zhong Muyu paused, then immediately moved to a dark corner and silently recited 4601.

The next second, upon entering the space, a mechanical voice came from the orb of light in front of him: "Master, 4601 has been activated. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Examine my body and prepare the antidote for me!"

A special scanner appeared in front of Zhong Muyu.

"Received, the instrument is being checked."

Inspection complete, antidote preparation underway...

The antidote is ready.

The instrument dispenses a tray containing pills and a small box of ointment.

Zhong Muyu quickly swallowed the pills and applied ointment to her wrists, arms, and other areas, which immediately relieved the itching.

She flashed out of the space, and not far away, a figure was walking towards her.

"Is she... the Princess Consort of Ling?"

The palace maid asked tentatively.

Zhong Muyu emerged from the shadows: "It's me. What do you want with me?"

"Your Majesty, I came here specifically to look for you since you have not returned for a long time."

"The palace is exceptionally beautiful, and it's quite large, so I unconsciously lingered there for a while to enjoy the breeze. Don't worry, I'll head back now."

Following the palace maid back to the main hall, Zhong Muyu sat down nonchalantly and continued eating and drinking.

Ji Xin'er, on the other hand, kept glancing in her direction. After watching for a long time, seeing that she didn't react, her eyes were full of doubt.

Zhong Muyu pretended not to see it, while Ji Xiner fell into deep self-doubt.

She had prepared this itching powder many times, so it shouldn't have gone wrong. Why didn't it work on Zhong Muyu?

Zhong Muyu was not knowledgeable in medicine, but she had already inquired about this beforehand.

Unfortunately, I'll have to go back and check the powder again.

...

Soon, it was already 9 PM, and the banquet was about to end.

When everyone left, Lu Ziyuan seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol; a slight smell of alcohol could be detected around him, but he still looked quite normal.

Su Zhirou went over to help him in a flattering manner: "Is Your Highness alright? You drank so much, are you drunk?"

"I'm fine. You've had quite a bit to drink today, are you drunk?"

"I'm fine, just feeling a little dizzy."

After saying that, Su Zhirou kept leaning against Lu Ziyuan, her steps becoming more unsteady than before.

Life is like a play, and it all depends on acting skills.

Lu Ziyuan said, "Remember to have the kitchen make you a hangover soup when you get back."

After the three of them got into the carriage and went back, Zhong Muyu immediately went to Zaochun to wash up and go to bed. She felt like her bones were about to stiffen after sitting upright in the palace for so long.

In early spring, she asked, "Didn't the prince come back with us?"

"You're back. Su Zhirou probably took you away. Never mind him, I'm sleepy."

Zhong Muyu wrapped herself in the blanket and was about to go to sleep when she saw a figure blocking the candlelight.

Lu Ziyuan was looking down at her.

Zhong Muyu rubbed his eyes: "Oh, Your Highness, why are you back? Didn't your Rou'er keep you here?"

"You go to bed early."

"It's getting late, it's almost 11 o'clock."

"What?"

"Ah, I mean, it's almost midnight!"

Zhong Muyu instantly snapped out of it; how did her lips get so chapped just now?!

Fortunately, Lu Ziyuan didn't mind: "I need you to make a bowl of hangover soup."

"Me? Didn't Su Zhirou already ask the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup? Why don't you just ask her to prepare an extra one?"

Lu Ziyuan hesitated, then said, "That hangover soup... didn't taste good."

Zhong Muyu pouted: "Don't be picky about this kind of thing. Hangover soup is for sobering up, what do you care about the taste?"

"If you don't do it, then I, the king..."

"Stop! Stop!"

Zhong Muyu quickly stopped him: "I don't want to argue with you, I'll do it, I'll do it."

This man never stops.

She quickly climbed out of bed, hurriedly dressed, and rushed to the kitchen.

The royal villa has several kitchens, and at this time of day, they are all busy preparing hangover soup. Zhong Muyu went to the closest one, expecting her appearance to be quite surprising, but to her surprise, there were also several princesses and concubines there.

Upon seeing Zhong Muyu, the Fourth Princess Consort, always quick-witted, said, "Seventh Sister-in-law, are you here to make hangover soup too?"

"Yes, is the Empress Dowager also one?"

"Of course, Your Highness drank too much, so I had no choice but to make you a hangover soup."

Zhong Muyu found the ingredients and started cooking. By this time, the others had finished and left one after another. The Fourth Princess Consort sniffed the soup and smiled, "Seventh Sister-in-law's cooking is quite good! This hangover soup smells delicious!"

"Really? Then I'll make an extra one for my sister-in-law!"

The Fourth Princess quickly stopped her, saying, "No need, no need. Keep your token of appreciation for the Seventh Prince. I'll be leaving now."

Seeing the Fourth Princess's smiling face, Zhong Muyu could imagine how she viewed her and Lu Ziyuan.

She sighed and continued making the hangover soup.

At this moment, a young man who looked like a guard walked in and said to the people in the kitchen, "His Highness Prince Rong requests a hangover soup. Remember to make it and send it to Prince Rong's courtyard."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Muyu exclaimed, "Prince Rong? Lu Ziqing is drunk too?"

The guard then noticed Zhong Muyu and immediately clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "So the Princess Consort of Ling is here too. My lord has never been a good drinker and is currently drunk."

"Oh, then I'll make one for him too. You can come pick it up from me later."

The guard hesitated, "Won't this... cause too much trouble?"

"No trouble at all, Ziqing is my younger brother after all."

"Then I thank Your Highness."

Zhong Muyu nodded, and after serving Lu Ziyuan's portion and letting it cool, she began preparing Lu Ziqing's portion.