City gate

After An Yi and An Er finished posting the imperial edict, An Er looked at the crowd and announced loudly, "The Prince's old illness has relapsed, and he is seeking renowned doctors from all over the country. Anyone who provides information will be richly rewarded."

After saying that, he said to the soldiers at the city gate, "Keep a close eye on them. If anyone accepts the notice, bring them directly to the Prince's Palace."

The soldier at the city gate: "Yes, sir."

Fu Man Lou

Mu Qi, Huangfu Hua, and Duan Yang were having a meal together when they heard a commotion. Huangfu Hua got up and went to the window to look at the city gate. He was puzzled by the crowded people at the city gate.

Huangfu Hua: "Duan Yang, Mu Qi, come and see! There's an imperial edict! Lots of people are looking at it."

Duan Yang ignored him completely and continued eating, her demeanor elegant and composed.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qi said helplessly, "Brother Huangfu, let's eat first, otherwise the food will get cold."

After saying that, he turned to his head and instructed, "Si Dong, go to the city gate and find out what happened."

Huangfu Hua returned to his seat, still savoring the meal, and muttered as he stuffed chicken into his mouth, "Does anyone know what happened? Why did they suddenly post an imperial edict?"

Mu Qi: "Brother Huangfu, don't worry, you'll know when Si Dong returns."

Duan Yang took a sip of soup and, seeing Huangfu Hua staring intently at him, said somewhat uncomfortably, "I don't know."

Huangfu Hua's eyes visibly dimmed, and he sighed weakly, saying, "Sigh... how come you didn't know either?"

Seeing that he looked listless, Duan Yang reached out and rubbed his head.

Huangfu Hua jumped up and shouted, "Duanyang, how many times have I told you? I'm not a little kid anymore. Don't you dare rub my head anymore! Why can't you remember? You've messed up my hair!"

Duan Yang calmly withdrew his hand and said, "Mm."

He thought absentmindedly, "Indeed, the lively and energetic Huangfu Hua is more pleasing to the eye."

Mu Qi watched with a smile, then shook his head helplessly.

Crown Prince's Palace

The servant Zhao Cheng rushed to the Crown Prince's study.

Murong Zhi put down the book in his hand and asked, "What's the matter that you're in such a panic?"

Zhao Cheng: "Your Highness, something terrible has happened! The Third Prince is seriously ill, and an imperial edict has been issued seeking a doctor."

Murong Zhi: "Okay, I understand. You may leave now."

He knew about this, and that A Yu was doing it for his sake.

Zhao Cheng was somewhat puzzled. If one were to say who the Crown Prince cared about most, then Prince Yu would definitely be one of them. In the past, when the Prince was away on campaign, the Crown Prince often worried about his safety. But now that he had learned that the Prince was seriously ill, why did he not seem anxious?

Seeing Zhao Cheng's expression, Murong Zhi added, "I know what I'm doing. I've already met with A Yu before."

Zhao Cheng understood immediately, thinking to himself, "As expected, His Highness is still worried about the Prince."

The news of the Third Prince Murong Yu's old illness recurring quickly spread to everyone; however, as the saying goes, "three men make a tiger," and the more it was spread, the more outrageous it became...

Jiangnan Bai Mansion

Mu Qing stayed at the Bai residence for more than a year. During this time, he mainly accompanied Old Master Bai, helped him take care of his health, and at the same time, he expanded the business of Fangcao Pavilion and invested funds to establish a private school and a welfare residence.

Moreover, due to certain events, Mu Qing increased the cultivation and sale of common medicinal herbs, selling them to ordinary people in need at half the market price, while still selling them to wealthy families at the market price. This did not have a significant impact on the business of other pharmacies and also avoided some unnecessary disputes.

Although there are some people who pretend to be ordinary citizens to buy medicine, they are a minority, since wealthy people generally care about their image.