Nan Rong Jinghua slowly opened her eyes. Her long eyelashes were like frost in the dead of winter, and her silver eyes were as deep and vast as the stars, surpassing all other things.

Helian Si froze, his fingers trembling slightly as he gripped the long silk ribbon, staring intently into Nan Rong Jinghua's silver eyes.

Countless familiar images flashed through her mind, disappearing in an instant, too fast for her to see clearly.

"Hiss, this, this..."

The imperial physician gasped, his heart filled with both fear and astonishment. He was fearful that the princess would punish him, and astonished that after decades of practicing medicine...

This is the first time I've ever seen such a change. The snow lotus cures the nightmare poison and actually changes a person's eye and hair color. This is simply unheard of!

"Young Master Jinghua, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

The imperial physician stepped forward, placed his hand on Nan Rong Jinghua's pulse again, and cautiously asked Nan Rong Jinghua a question.

"No, it's just that my eye condition, which has bothered me for many years, seems to have improved a lot."

Nan Rong Jinghua shook her head, answering the imperial physician's question in a clear, melodious voice, though her silver eyes...

His gaze remained fixed on Helian Si's face; his hand, hidden beneath the wide sleeves of his silver-white robe, his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, was slightly clenched.

"Sisi, what's wrong?"

Helian Si snapped out of his reverie, raising his hand to gently stroke Nan Rong Jinghua's silver eyes. Why did these eyes feel so familiar? He murmured unconsciously.

"Master, haven't we met a long time ago?"

Nan Rong Jinghua's heart skipped a beat. Ah Sheng still remembered and spoke, her voice tinged with a low hoarseness, "I have always been by Si Si's side."

"Wonderful, wondrous, wondrous indeed!"

Suddenly, the imperial physician's joyful clapping and exclamations broke the delicate tension between the two. He congratulated Nan Rong Jinghua.

“Young Master Jinghua, in my opinion, your eye ailment is cured, which is truly an unexpected joy. However, the color of your eyes and hair…”

"Eye color?" Nan Rong Jinghua feigned ignorance, a look of confusion flashing across her divine face as she looked at Helian Si and asked.

The imperial physician's interruption lessened Helian Si's strange feeling considerably; after all, the image was fleeting.

When he met the bewildered silver eyes of the handsome tutor, Helian Si was filled with guilt and tightened his grip on Nan Rong Jinghua's hand.

“Jinghua, although the snow lotus cured your nightmare poison, it turned your eyes and hair silvery-white.”

As Helian Si spoke, he carefully observed Nanrong Jinghua's reaction, fearing that the handsome tutor might not be able to accept it all at once.

In the end, the handsome teacher only became the way he is now in order to protect himself.

The imperial physician also raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He admitted that it was his own fault for being incompetent and unable to cure this hidden ailment, and hoped that Young Master Jinghua would not be angry.

Unexpectedly, Nan Rong Jinghua only paused slightly, then looked at the anxious imperial physician with her silver eyes and said, "Could you bring me the bronze mirror so I can take a look?"

"Yes, yes, of course it's possible," the imperial physician replied repeatedly, his anxiety growing stronger, fearing this was just the calm before the storm.

"Then I'll trouble the imperial physician." Youlan said softly and gently, then her silver eyes fell on Helian Si, and her long, slender fingers grasped Helian Si's hand.

"I am in such a state now, will Sisi be afraid if she sees me? If she is afraid, I will ask the Emperor to cancel our marriage after my injuries have healed in a while."