At the hour of You, the bell for the end of school at the Imperial College rang on time.

It was Si Chengfeng who came to pick up Hua Qingcheng again, but Wu Chen was also with him. Wu Chen didn't leave until he sent Hua Qingcheng to the gate of the palace.

As for Han Yichen, who was dressed as Xuanqing and carrying ten kilograms of Dongyang Lake Fengjing tea, he did not return to the palace immediately. Instead, he invited a group of teachers from the Imperial College to have dinner at the nearby Tai'an Restaurant.

"Since it is the Divine Doctor Xuanqing who is hosting, we naturally have to give him face." A teacher who looked to be in his thirties said with a smile.

Ever since the arrival of the "Divine Doctor Xuanqing" at the Imperial College's clinic, the teachers themselves have also benefited from him and would ask the doctor for advice on how to stay healthy and maintain their youth from time to time.

In just a few days, there were already significant results, which made everyone even more convinced of the medical skills of "Divine Doctor Xuanqing", and their admiration for "her" was like a torrent of water. Suddenly, they received an invitation from "Divine Doctor Xuanqing" to treat them to a meal, and everyone felt flattered.

At 2:15 PM in the evening, dozens of teachers from the Imperial College came to Tai'an Restaurant and filled up all six private rooms. Even Bai Yuheng was invited.

"Divine Doctor Xuanqing is truly generous. I'd like to offer you a toast!"

During the meal, Bai Yuheng glanced at him lightly, smiled slightly, stood up from his seat, and raised the wine glass to thank "Xuanqing". Han Yichen did not hesitate and drank it in one gulp.

Anyway, he has a good alcohol tolerance and he also takes hangover pills, so he won't get drunk even if he drinks a thousand cups.

"Divine Doctor Xuanqing really has a good alcohol tolerance!"

Bai Yuheng praised him generously. Then he sat down again, his lips slightly raised, and watched the performance of Han Liang, the princess's sidekick, quietly.

"Sure! Sure!"

"Since Xuanqing entered the Imperial College, I have been cared for by all the teachers. Tonight, I have prepared some light wine and invite everyone to have a drink. Eat! Eat!"

Han Yichen, who was generous to others, entertained everyone with great enthusiasm. An hour later, the banquet was over and both the guests and hosts were very happy.

At three quarters past midnight, after all the teachers had left, the waiter came to settle the bill. Han Yichen simply handed her an invoice with the seal of An Zihao's shop on it, and asked the waiter to give it to the shopkeeper to fill in the amount of silver needed, and then they could go to the shop to collect the money.

After leaving the Tai'an Restaurant, Han Yichen, who wasn't riding a horse, carried 20 kilograms of Dongyang Lake Fengjing tea and flew directly towards the palace using his Qinggong skills. (Before leaving, Han Yichen asked the waiter for another 10 kilograms of tea.)

At five minutes past ten in the evening, in the Anxiang Pavilion in the backyard of the Imperial College.

"Sir, the so-called 'Divine Doctor Xuanqing' is nothing but the princess's concubine in disguise. Why don't you expose him and take the opportunity to eliminate a competitor?" Zizhu, who had returned to Anxiang Pavilion to prepare bathing water for her young master, asked in confusion.

"Do you think he doesn't know that I have recognized him a long time ago? But he still invited me. Do you know why?" Sitting in the big bathtub, Bai Yuheng glanced at Zizhu leisurely.

"Although his identity is fake, his medical skills are real. The only other person in Xuanyi Valley with the surname Han and his age is probably the son of the former Valley Master Han Shuying, the current Valley Master Han Yichen. Coincidentally, even their names are exactly the same..."

"He knew I already knew his identity, but he still invited me. This is either arrogance or... overconfidence!"

Before Zizhu could answer, Bai Yuheng had already given him the answer.

On the other side, not only Han Yichen did not return to the palace, but An Zihao was still outside.

"Three thousand taels of silver?"

In the study of a luxuriously decorated gold shop in the city, An Zihao, who was checking the account books of the dowry shop, suddenly heard a servant come to report that Tai'an Restaurant had delivered a bill signed by their shop, demanding payment.

"Master, that 'Divine Doctor Xuanqing' is probably just a swindler!" An Ning said while enduring the itchiness all over his body.

"No! Master, Xuanqing is really good, otherwise she wouldn't be so popular in the Imperial College. She must have real abilities. But, her asking price of 10 million taels of silver is a bit too high!" Xiao Xinzi said slowly with a slightly gloomy face.

"Ten million taels..."

An Zihao, who was wearing a black veil, frowned slightly, touched his silver hair, and then raised his hand to touch his face, which seemed to have become even rougher.

"This face of mine is worth more than ten million taels."

Beneath the black curtain, An Zihao's face was gloomy and his eyes were sinister.

"First, gather the silver we have on hand and see how much..."

"Yes, Master."

At the end of the Xu hour, more than ten accountants transferred from various branches compiled the results.

"Master, we have over 1.5 million taels in liquid funds. If we sell the shop, we should be able to raise 3 million taels. However, if we sell the shop in such a hurry, the price might not be ideal. Are you sure you want to do this?" a cashier said with some trepidation. (Is she going to lose her job?)

"Three million taels..."

Although the result was more than he expected, it was still far from enough. Unless he used that thing... An Zihao hesitated slightly.

"Master, in my opinion, how about... you pay a small part first, and when you are sure it is effective, you can find a way to raise the remaining money." Xiao Xinzi gave advice after thinking for a while.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." An Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly and said helplessly.

He didn't want to take out that fortune unless it was absolutely necessary...

On October 18th, at 4:45 AM, Hua Qingcheng was once again awakened by the shrill screams coming from the direction of Lanyue Palace behind her.

This morning, An Zihao woke up in the bedroom of Lanyue Palace and couldn't wait to look in the mirror, only to find that his face was even older than yesterday.

“Ah~”

"Xiao Xinzi!"

"Xiao Xinzi!"

An Zihao, completely devastated, immediately swept all the items on the dressing table to the floor.

"Hurry, go pack up the banknotes you brought back last night..."

"An Ning, go to the Imperial College and give the invitation to 'Divine Doctor Xuanqing'!"

An Zihao trembled all over, collapsing on the ground. His hair had turned completely white, his face had aged, and he was devastated enough. But this was only the beginning. In just one day, he had aged ten years, now looking in his fifties.

"Okay, Your Majesty, don't worry! I'll do it right away!" Xiao Xinzi hurriedly comforted.

At 2:02 PM, An Ning, who had just delivered the invitation to the Imperial College, returned to report. An Zihao immediately ordered Xiao Xinzi to take the banknotes and, finding a random excuse, prepared to leave the palace again.

However, a sudden shout of "The Emperor has arrived" from the front startled everyone.