At two o'clock in the afternoon, at Tai'an Restaurant in the city.

Han Yichen, dressed in red, dressed as Xuanqing, came to the same private room on the second floor as yesterday, holding the visiting card from An Zihao.

"Divine Doctor Xuanqing, please take a seat!"

Han Yichen had just stepped into the private room when An Zihao, wearing a black veil, personally came forward and took him to the head seat at the round table.

Before Han Yichen could say anything, the waiter brought a table full of dishes to the private room in a moment.

"Divine Doctor Xuanqing, please enjoy your meal!"

An Zihao greeted "Xuanqing" warmly, hoping that "she" would eat quickly so that he could heal his illness.

"Since you are such a noble man offering such gracious hospitality, then... I must decline it with all my heart!"

Han Yichen's chopsticks moved from dish to dish, occasionally swiping at the rice in the bowl in front of him. Just like yesterday, Han Yichen ate his meal at a leisurely pace, and by the time he was satisfied, half an hour had passed.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, An Zihao, who had been holding back, finally found the opportunity to speak after glancing at "Xuanqing" who had burped and rinsed his mouth with Dongyang Lake Fengjing tea.

"Divine Doctor Xuanqing, yesterday... Yesterday, after I went back home, I thought about it and felt that what the Divine Doctor said made a lot of sense. Money can be earned again, but youth and beauty are gone forever..."

An Zihao continued with a hint of helplessness, "I... I've decided to treat the illness, but Dr. Xuanqing, ten million taels is no small sum. I don't have that much money right now, and... I don't know how effective it will be..."

"That's easy..."

Han Yichen glanced at An Zihao leisurely and immediately understood what the other party was thinking.

But Han Yichen, who was dressed as Xuan Qing, first used a toothpick to pick at his teeth, then picked out a piece of meat from between his teeth, and then with a "whoosh", it bounced onto An Ning's face behind An Zihao.

Under the intimidating influence of his master, An Ning acted like he was suppressing his anger, wanting to explode but unable to. This greatly pleased Han Yichen, who was sitting across from him. As a result, Han Yichen, feeling happy, also treated An Zihao much better.

"Ten million taels is indeed not a small sum, but there is no other way. Natural treasures are hard to find, and they are priceless. The medicinal herbs that can cure the nobleman's aging disease are naturally precious and rare, and therefore expensive."

Han Yichen paused slightly and continued, "If you can't afford so much money right away, you can buy it by the pill, one for 100,000 taels. However... the effect only lasts for ten days. If you want to maintain your beauty, you must take three pills a month."

"Okay, then I'll buy three first. Xiao Xin!"

"Yes, Master!"

Following An Zihao's order, Xiao Xinzi immediately took out a stack of large silver notes, each worth ten thousand taels, from a bag he was carrying. He counted out thirty of them and handed them to Han Yichen.

Xuanqing's suggestion was exactly what An Zihao wanted. He planned to give it a try first. If this miracle doctor was truly capable and the medicine was effective, he would then raise the ten million taels of silver...

Seeing that the other party gave the money readily, Han Yichen did not hesitate. He immediately took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it directly into An Zihao's hands.

An Zihao, holding the porcelain bottle, quickly opened the cork and poured out the contents. There were exactly three dark pills with a strange smell.

"Master, be careful!"

Just as An Zihao was about to take one, An Ning, worried that there was something wrong with the medicine, reminded him.

"If you are worried, you can give one to one of your servants. Although this medicine is used to treat aging, it is harmless for ordinary people to take it. It can also beautify and nourish the skin, making people energetic and radiant. But... it's a bit expensive, one pill costs 100,000 taels!" Han Yichen reminded slowly.

“Back off!”

"Yes, Master."

"Dr. Xuanqing is now a distinguished guest of the Imperial College. Her medicine will naturally be flawless."

Through the black curtain, An Zihao glanced at Han Yichen meaningfully, then lifted a corner of the curtain, pinched a pill in his hand and put it into his mouth.

"Water~"

This pill not only had a strong and pungent smell, but was also extremely bitter. An Zihao, who was standing behind the curtain, was immediately choked to the point of tears and snot.

Seeing this, Xiao Xinzi hurriedly handed over a cup of tea, but after An Zihao drank it, he felt the strange and bitter taste rushing straight into his heart and lungs.

"Divine Doctor Xuanqing, why does this medicine have such a strange smell and is so bitter?" An Zihao, who had just taken a breath, asked in confusion, his chest heaving slightly.

"Strong medicine is used for serious illnesses, and bitter medicine is good for the disease. Your aging disease is a bit difficult to treat, and it is getting worse. If you don't take strong medicine, it can't be controlled." Han Yichen said seriously, suppressing the corners of his mouth.

This pill has a strange smell because Xiaobai and Hongfu's urine was added to it.

As for the bitter taste, it was of course because Han Yichen had specially soaked the pills in a mixture of bitter herbs, including Sophora flavescens, Gentiana scabra, Coptis chinensis, Andrographis paniculata, Sophora flavescens, Strychnos nux vomica, Melia azedarach bark, Brucea javanica, Bear's gall, Akebia trifoliata, Rhizoma Coptidis, Scutellaria baicalensis, Phellodendron amurense, and Gardenia jasminoides. (Hua Qingcheng had personally tasted it, and it was incredibly bitter!)

Seeing the other party's seriousness, and noting that An Zihao actually felt a general sense of comfort after taking the pill, and the tightness and roughness on his face seemed to be improving, An Zihao nodded slightly and didn't question it again. (Xiaobai is a divine beast, and his urine also has some spiritual energy. He's really taken advantage of it!)

"Thank you, Dr. Xuanqing!"

At six o'clock in the afternoon, An Zihao, holding the pills in his hand, said goodbye to "Xuan Qing" and left contentedly. Han Yichen, having made a fortune, patted the stack of banknotes in his pocket and walked towards the Imperial College.

After leaving Tai'an Restaurant, An Zihao did not return to the palace immediately, but went to the study of the gold shop he owned in the city.

After dismissing his attendants, An Zihao, holding a polished bronze mirror in his hand, stared at himself in the mirror intently.

Time passed by little by little. Around the hour of You, An Zihao, holding the bronze mirror, was pleasantly surprised to find that his hair had indeed become black and thick again, and the wrinkles on his face had disappeared. His appearance had been restored and even more beautiful than before.

"Hahaha……"

"It seems that Divine Doctor Xuanqing is indeed capable. These three hundred thousand taels are well worth it!"

An Zihao, who was radiant again, returned to the palace with An Ning and Xiao Xinzi contentedly.

However, what An Zihao didn't know was that his beauty came at the cost of overdrawing his vitality... (It would shorten his lifespan)

Moreover, as soon as he returned to Lanyue Palace, An Zihao was told that the emperor had conferred the title of An Rongjun on An Muyu, replacing his previous vacancy.

An Zihao's brows knitted slightly when he heard this. He had worked so hard to become one of the "Four Lords," but he hadn't expected his nephew to be directly conferred the rank of "Lord," a second-rank official, upon his arrival. Such honor and favor was unprecedented.

It seems that the Emperor really loves his nephew, An Muyu. So, it seems that he has to take some measures. In case this nephew becomes arrogant one day and doesn't take him seriously...