They don't believe anyone would bother to grow medicinal vegetables and sell them at a low price.

Therefore, it is reasonable to speculate that when a physician was cultivating precious medicinal herbs, he used the waste to grow vegetables, which gave the vegetables their medicinal properties.

If something done casually can have such effects, then how powerful must the herbs cultivated by the other party be?

They're now resorting to any means necessary out of desperation.

The old man suddenly stood up, lifted his robe, and tried to kneel before her, pleading, "Mistress Yun, my young master is still so young, he shouldn't have to suffer so much... Please..."

Just as his knees were about to hit the ground, a low stool suddenly appeared and blocked them.

The old man was taken aback, and then he heard Yun Zhiyi's lazy voice.

"Let me say it again, I only sell vegetables here, not medicine, and I don't provide medical consultations."

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he was about to say something.

But a thin little hand grabbed her sleeve.

He turned his head and saw the young master shaking his head at him, and his expression immediately fell.

Fu Ziyu turned to look at Yun Zhiyi, suppressing the disappointment in his eyes, and nodded with pursed lips.

"In that case, please excuse our intrusion today. Thank you for your hospitality. The tea is very good, so we will not disturb you any longer, Sister Yun."

Yun Zhiyi lazily raised her eyes, watching them as they were about to turn and leave, and said, "Wait."

The two were overjoyed, thinking she had changed her mind.

But then she said, "Take your things with you."

Uncle Yang couldn't help but turn around and glare at her, but he still went forward, picked up the box, and quickly left with the young master.

Yun Zhiyi watched the two leave, then gently stroked her chin with her hand.

This little brat is no ordinary child. If he grows up, he'll likely become a formidable force vying for the throne.

Inside the carriage, Yang Bo looked at the dejected young master, his eyes filled with pity.

"Young master, do not worry. This old servant will try to find another way and will definitely bring that divine doctor to you."

The young boy let out a long sigh and shook his head.

"Never mind, if the divine doctor is really that easy to find, Third Imperial Uncle's illness should be cured by now. If the doctor has such ability, he must be from Medicine King Valley. I'm afraid it's beyond Sister Yun's control."

Uncle Yang frowned, and although he felt that she had a point, he still snorted coldly, "I think she clearly doesn't want to help."

The young boy fiddled with his fingers, his eyelashes drooping slightly, and gave a helpless smile.

“We are not related, and she has just been betrayed by the noble family. She probably hates us noble families to the bone. The fact that she didn’t stop us from buying groceries shows how magnanimous she is.”

Yang Bo asked with some curiosity, "Young Master seems to have a rather good impression of her?"

The young boy thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

“I actually envy her. She is methodical when she rebels and decisive when she lets go. Even without the halo of a noble lady, she can live freely and unrestrained. I wish I could be like her.”

Thinking of the young master's experiences and current situation, Uncle Yang felt even more heartbroken.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the gift box on the side, and casually opened it.

The Rongguo Duke's Mansion seemed to have given the young master immense power, but it was all just a mirage.

In this world, even close relatives can't be relied upon, so how can one expect a stranger to lend a helping hand?

He was about to put the token away when he suddenly froze.

The young boy was still feeling sad when Yang Bo suddenly exclaimed, "Young master, look!"

Fu Ziyu turned his head and saw that he had a small, clear jade bottle in his hand.

He paused, somewhat confused, "What?"

Uncle Yang opened the lid, and a strong medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out of the small bottle.

When poured out, it turned out to be a pinkish-green pill.

As soon as the pill was taken out, the aroma of the medicine became even stronger, making people feel refreshed after just a light sniff.

Uncle Yang hurriedly poured the pills back, and said in surprise, "These were taken out of the gift box. It must have been put in by that shopkeeper Yun, along with a note."

There were only two words on the note.

'Thank you gift'

Fu Ziyu stared at the words on the note, stunned.

Uncle Yang was still frowning. "What thank-you gift? Why are we being given a thank-you gift? They didn't even say what kind of medicine it is?"

Fu Ziyu suddenly relaxed his brow and revealed a smile.

"This Sister Yun is really smart and doesn't like owing favors. I think after meeting us, she will know who has been secretly helping her get rid of trouble these days."

Uncle Yang was taken aback, then suddenly realized what was happening, and was also somewhat surprised.

"Then this medicine?"

"Let's go back to the manor first and ask the doctor."

Uncle Yang immediately told the driver to speed up.

Soon, the two returned home, immediately found a doctor, and gave him the medicine.

After smelling it, the doctor was not quite sure what the pill's specific effects were.

Because he had no way of knowing what medicinal ingredients were incorporated into the elixir.

"How about we find someone to try it out first?"

Fu Ziyu shook his head, "There's only one pill left. Once it's used up, it's gone. Give it to me."

Seeing that he seemed to want to eat it directly, Uncle Yang was startled and quickly stepped forward to stop him.

“Young master, no, we don’t know yet whether this medicine is harmful to the body. We can’t take it rashly. Why don’t I go and ask the shopkeeper Yun again?”

Fu Ziyu shook his head, thinking about the few times he had spent with that person before.

This pill might be the lifeline given to us by the other party.

Whether he can seize this glimmer of hope is up to him.

He looked at the medicine, his expression growing increasingly resolute.

"No need, Uncle Yang, don't bother Sister Yun anymore. I trust her. If anything really happens to me, it's my fate and has nothing to do with anyone else, understand?"

Uncle Yang understood what he meant and became even more anxious and agitated.

"You mustn't, young master."

Fu Ziyu smiled and said, "Anyway, we won't be able to survive for long, so we might as well take a gamble. At worst, we can leave early and suffer less, right?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw the pill into his mouth.

Both Yang Bo and the doctor's expressions changed.

"Young Master!"

The pill melts instantly upon entering the mouth, but its rich medicinal aroma becomes very faint in the mouth.

Then I felt a warm current flow down my throat and into my internal organs, like a warm soup in winter, enveloping my whole body and making me feel more comfortable than ever before.

Fu Ziyu unconsciously narrowed his eyes, and his pale face visibly flushed.

The two people next to them couldn't help but widen their eyes as they watched this scene, a sense of anticipation rising in their hearts.

But the next moment, the boy's expression suddenly changed, and he clutched his abdomen, revealing a pained expression.

The two were shocked and immediately went to help him up.

"Young Master!"

"Ah!" The boy collapsed, clutching his stomach and curling up in a ball. His face, which had just turned rosy, instantly turned deathly pale.

"Damn it, that pill really is problematic, young master. I'll send someone to fetch Yun Zhiyi immediately. She'll definitely have a solution!"

Uncle Yang said something and was about to call for help.

Just then, the doctor, who had finally managed to grab the young master's hand to take his pulse, suddenly called out to him.

"Wait, the young master's pulse seems a bit off."

Yang Bo was furious. "Of course that's not right. The young master is in so much pain."

The doctor's face showed a mixture of joy and uncertainty.