Seeing this, Shang Changze asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Shang Changge folded the letter carefully, losing all interest in teasing and joking with his beautiful younger brother.

"Xiao Ji injured his left arm, damaging the tendons and bones. If he can't find a doctor who can treat him, he may not be able to use his left arm properly in the future."

Shang Changze frowned, worried. Firstly, because Xiao Ji would be his elder sister's husband, and secondly, because Xiao Ji was Qingyan's Grand General.

"Don't worry, elder sister. After I return to the palace, I will send someone to the Imperial Hospital to inquire. If there is someone who can cure it, that would be best. If not, I will issue another imperial edict to seek a doctor."

Shang Changge thanked him, saying, "Then I'll trouble you."

Shang Changze sighed, "There's no need for thanks between us siblings; it's too formal."

In the days that followed, Shang Changge's main task was to search for renowned doctors and various rare and precious medicinal herbs.

The commotion was so great that it attracted Jing Xiuming as well.

Also arriving were Granny Hua and Nannan, as well as Mi Chan, who had changed her hairstyle to a woman's bun at some point.

Normally, Shang Changge wouldn't meet with them; she dislikes complicated and messy situations.

However, medicine and poison are intertwined; medical skills can save lives or kill people, just as poison skills can kill or save lives.

Considering Xiao Ji's injuries, Shang Changge met with the group of people she hadn't seen in a long time.

The hall was bright and magnificent.

The little girl, a penny-pincher, held Grandma Hua's hand, her eyes glued to the luxurious and exquisite house, practically drooling with envy.

Grandma Hua, having once been a concubine in the palace, was used to these things and found the little girl's appearance quite amusing.

"You, it's not like you haven't come here before, why do you always look so pathetic every time you come?"

When Shang Changge arrived, this was the scene she saw and heard. After glancing at it, she looked at Mi Chan and Jing Xiuming.

Mi Chan was very reserved, and bowed to Shang Changge as before:

"This servant greets the Princess."

Jing Xiuming, as always, greeted her with a warm and familiar smile: "Sister, it's been a long time."

Granny Hua pulled Nannan to perform the proper greetings, but Shang Changge declined, and after the group was seated, she got straight to the point:

"I believe you have all seen the notice I ordered to be posted. I wonder if you have any solutions for the illness described in the notice?"

Jing Xiuming and Granny Hua exchanged a glance, and perhaps to reassure Shang Changge, Jing Xiuming answered Granny Hua.

"This old woman is about 60% sure who is injured. Could you please let the injured person come out so I can examine them?"

Shang Changge did not answer, and the hall fell silent.

After a long silence, Shang Changge said, "When he returns, I will send someone to invite you to my residence. As long as you can cure him, the reward is negotiable."

Although it wasn't explicitly stated who was injured, everyone present except for the little girl could easily figure it out with a little thought.

Seeing that Shang Changge wasn't in the mood to talk about anything else, the group tacitly swallowed the other matter of the trip and changed the subject to something else.

More than a month has passed, and the capital city is bathed in spring sunshine and full of life.

That day, as the sun set,

Tomorrow is the day Xiao Ji will lead his troops back to the capital in triumph. Shang Changge was in a wonderful mood and drank an extra half bowl of soup at dinner.

Night fell in an instant.

The Princess's residence remained as heavily guarded as ever, showing no sign of slackening or complacency despite the changing political landscape.

However, inside the sleeping quarters.

Whether in the apocalypse or inside this book, Shang Changge remained vigilant, waking up at the sound of footsteps.

He instinctively reached for the black iron dagger under his pillow, but stopped and froze when he recognized the familiar footsteps.

He alighted from bed and swiftly drew back the layers of curtains, letting the pale moonlight spill into the bedroom.

The tall, imposing figure I had longed for appeared before me, so real that I could almost touch it.

"You little rascal."

This sound was mellow, deep, gentle, and tender.

Shang Changge's heart skipped a beat—a strong tremor. She wanted to rush over and hug Xiao Ji and the man, showering them with kisses and cuddles.

But my body felt frozen in place, inexplicably unable to move or obey my commands.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her phoenix eyes fixed on Xiao Ji, watching him walk steadily toward her.

Xiao Ji didn't walk fast, but he took long strides, and in a few steps he sat down next to Shang Changge and pulled the woman into his arms:

"Why aren't you replying to me? I'm heartbroken. It turns out that what my princess said in her letter about how much she missed me was all a lie..."

Xiao Ji didn't have a chance to say anything more, because his perfectly shaped, beautiful thin lips were covered by Shang Changge's red lips in a passionate kiss.