The next day.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Qin Ye put on a veil and went out.

The streets are extremely prosperous, with people coming and going, and a noisy scene everywhere.

She found a clinic and walked in.

The little boy who was sorting herbs saw a guest and went to greet him and asked:

"Miss, are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?"

Qin Ye glanced at the clinic. There were many medicinal herbs displayed on the shelves, dry, wet, common, rare, precious... everything was available.

She asked, hoping to try her luck:

"Do you have any extreme cold grass here?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Miss, since you want to buy the extreme cold grass, you should know the harsh conditions of the extreme cold grass, right?"

This grass cannot leave the snow. Once it leaves the snow, it will wither in an hour and lose its medicinal properties.

Dongling Kingdom has a mild climate, with four seasons like spring, and there is basically no extremely cold grass.

"Miss, if you really need the Arctic Grass, you might as well go to Beining Country in the far north. Beining Country is covered in ice and snow, and the temperature is freezing. They should have Arctic Grass there."

“…”

For a single drug, one has to travel to another country.

If she wanted to know who poisoned him, she would definitely find that person, break his hands, twist off his head, wrap it in bran, and throw it into a pan to fry!

Fried till delicious!

Then take it out, throw it on the ground, and stomp it to pieces!

After Qin Ye thanked him, she left the clinic and went to the next one to try her luck, but she was disappointed. She went to more than a dozen clinics but still couldn't find the medicine.

She touched the veil on her face, feeling a little depressed.

Does she have to live with such an ugly face for the rest of her life?

Could it be that God was jealous of her talent and wanted to take away her beauty?

Well, maybe.

After thinking about this, Qin Ye felt a little better and prepared to buy some things to return to Prince Chen's Mansion. However, when passing by the central lake, he ran into a group of little bastards who were fighting.

"Admit it, you are a useless piece of shit!"

"Shut up!"

"You only rely on your status. Without it, you are worse than a beggar on the street!"

Several young men in fancy clothes started fighting.

You grabbed my shoulders and I hugged your waist. You stepped on me and I punched you. We beat and scolded each other at the same time. The fight was so intense that the people around were so scared that they stood far away and the vendors quickly pushed their carts away.

The common people watched the excitement from afar, pointing and whispering:

"Look, that little devil from Dingguo Marquis's Mansion is causing trouble again."

"He's always causing trouble, one thing or another. Every time I see him, I want to hide away."

"The Marquis and Princess Mingzhu only have this one son. They have spoiled him since he was young. What can we do..."

Qin Ye took a closer look.

There was another familiar face inside, the young marquis mentioned yesterday, and also Zong Zhengchen's nephew.

Among the six or seven people, he fought the most fiercely.

He kicked two, grabbed one with his hands, and didn’t want to be left behind with his mouth:

"Yang Wencheng, you are a piece of trash. If you can't beat me, I will use tricks. You are a piece of trash that is not even worthy of being on the stage."

The young man named Yang Wencheng bared his teeth and looked ferocious:

"Ling Qianyi, don't you rely on your parents? Without your parents, what qualifications do you have to challenge me?"

The two men wrestled fiercely and rolled on the ground.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted:

"I was reborn into the Dingguo Marquisate through my own ability, why should I leave my parents?"