After Ning Yin finished treating the wound, she finished recounting Xiao Xuan's experiences.

He simply replaced these unpleasant past events with a wealthy businessman version.

These things are long gone, and Empress Yao died by her own sword.

He is now the crown prince, the future monarch.

He could get anything he wanted, but he dared not use force to marry the woman in front of him.

Xiao Xuanyuan thought he would never be able to have contact with a woman in his life, nor would he have children with any woman.

But after meeting Ning Yin, he realized that life is not just about pursuing power, but also about having a lover by your side.

He dreamed of Ningyin many times afterward, and the little girl in his dream might be the same person as Ningyin.

But he had a fever when he was a child, and he has almost completely forgotten his memories before the age of five.

Who exactly is this little girl he's been longing for?

His mind was in turmoil until Ning Yin interrupted him: "Once this rash is over, it won't come back. Take these medicines home and soak them for half a month, then you won't need to come to me again."

Ning Yin placed several large bags of medicine in front of Xiao Xuan, and Xiao Xuan heard the last sentence.

"Don't you need to come looking for her again?"

His previously gentle eyes suddenly flashed with disappointment, and he let out a soft laugh.

He suppressed a hint of self-mockery and said, "Miss Ning, are you not planning to have anything to do with me anymore?"

Xiao Xuan's voice was cold, like a thousand-year-old ice, and his eyes held the aloofness of a superior.

A single sentence was enough to create a somber atmosphere.

Ning Yin gasped, a sudden, involuntary chill and fear making her somewhat afraid.

She patted Xiao Xuan's arm and forced a smile, thinking back to the first time she met him, when he was so emotionally volatile.

It's likely that the trauma he suffered as a child left him with permanent scars, which is why he's like this.

As a doctor, she should show more care, since medical skills and psychological healing are equally important.

“Young Master Li, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to say that your illness is finally going to be cured. All my efforts in treating you over this long period of time have been worthwhile. Of course, you can come to see me again in the future.”

"For example, we can have tea and chat. We are still very good friends. Look at you, you are so generous and lavish, giving me so much furniture and jewelry. I am so lucky to have a friend like you."

As she spoke, Ning Yin got up and picked up two roasted sweet potatoes from the stove, giving one to Xiao Xuan.

“Hey, don’t say things like that anymore. You’re different from other patients. We’re good friends now.”

Xiao Xuan didn't answer immediately, but carefully considered the meaning behind Ning Yin's words. They were good friends, but not closer.

He lowered his eyes, gazing at the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.

"Good friends, yes, shouldn't good friends share joys and sorrows?"

After saying that, Xiao Xuan took the roasted sweet potato, broke it in half, and gave half to Ning Yin.

"I have enjoyed the blessings you have given me, so can I let you enjoy those blessings with me too?"

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Ning Yin with deep eyes.

Its tone is clear and crisp, like the clinking of jade stones, carrying an irresistible allure.

Ning Yin didn't know what Xiao Xuan meant by that, but just smiled and said, "Young Master Li has already shared a lot of blessings with me. Asking for more would be too greedy."

Xiao Xuan did not respond. He took a bite of the roasted sweet potato, which was sweet and soft, just like the beautiful woman in front of him.

Good things are not easy to obtain; for example, the imperial power one holds has been baptized in blood.

As for Ning Yin, he will proceed with the utmost sincerity and proceed gradually.

Since she doesn't seem interested right now, he'll take it slow. He'll dedicate his life to protecting her.

“Miss Ning, it’s getting late, so I’ll take my leave now. Oh, by the way, your roasted sweet potatoes were delicious, I really enjoyed them.”

After Xiao Xuan left, Su Xin came out of the house. She had heard the entire conversation between the two of them.

Even Su Xin, who had no experience with romantic love, understood the Crown Prince's intentions.

"Miss, it seems that Young Master Li has feelings for you..."

Ning Yin looked up as the figure in green gradually disappeared into the mist, and replied calmly, "It's alright, let's just be friends."

Su Xin didn't say anything more, but she knew that the Crown Prince didn't want to be just friends with her young lady.

Who knows, one day the Crown Prince might lose patience and issue a decree to bring her into the harem.

Although the Crown Prince wielded immense power and enjoyed endless riches and honors, she knew that her young mistress preferred to stay at this clinic and live a simple life.

The intrigues and schemes within the palace, and the backstabbing among the favored concubines, were not what she desired.

Although the Crown Prince is currently fond of the young lady, one day when she grows old and loses her novelty, he will seek out more young and beautiful women to enter the palace.

The young lady's situation is not much better than it was when she was in the general's mansion.

She even wanted to tell Ning Yin that Young Master Li was actually the Crown Prince of the current dynasty.

But when she thought of the man Qingying had killed that day, she lost her courage.

...

Two days later, in a thatched hut in Yanshan Village, Zhou Fusheng had just gotten up when he saw an old woman walking unsteadily.

He was secretly pleased, knowing that the old woman's time was near.

Today is the last day for the medicine prescribed by Ningyin. Counting the days, it's almost time to run out.

Once he gets rid of Ning Yin, he will become the chief steward of the Marquis's mansion and be able to marry Yang Shuhuan's first-class maid.

The thought of his lost glory of twenty years finally coming to an end filled Zhou Fusheng with barely any excitement.

But the obvious murderous intent on his face was impossible to hide.

If he weren't afraid of the coroner finding something out, he would have loved to pour all the poison into the old woman's bowl at once.

The sooner he passes away, the sooner his good days will arrive.

The poor old woman, though walking with difficulty, had no idea that it was her grandson who had poisoned her.

I just assumed it was from the recent trips to the mountains to collect herbs that had worn me out.

Seeing that Zhou Fusheng had gotten up, she brought over the millet porridge that was warming in the iron pot.

"Fusheng, after you finish breakfast, take Grandma to that clinic we visited last time. I feel a bit breathless today."

Zhou Fusheng snorted coldly, inwardly sneering, "Of course he can't breathe. He's about to die, what's the point of breathing?"

He walked over slowly, his patience completely gone.

"You're having trouble breathing because you've been working too hard lately. Make some medicine and drink it first, then I'll take you to the clinic in a bit."

The old woman nodded and drank the medicine that Zhou Fusheng had prepared.

Just as I was about to have some millet porridge, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest.

"Fusheng, my heart hurts so much..."

An old woman stumbled and fell to the ground, black blood flowing from her seven orifices.

Zhou Fusheng casually walked over and kicked the old woman twice to confirm that she was dead. He then quickly hired a carriage and headed towards the general's mansion.