The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu said calmly: "Du Ziheng, go back and continue reading that book. If you have any more ideas, come and tell me and the prince in time."

"I understand." Du Ziheng replied seriously.

Afterwards, Du Ziheng took people to move the medicine to Huayang Courtyard. Ye Xiaohan distributed the medicine reasonably according to the number of soldiers in the mansion, and listened to Du Ziheng talking about the medical book.

Seeing Yun Mujiu's reaction, Ye Xiaohan also raised his eyebrows and ordered in a deep voice: "Just do as the princess says."

As night fell, Yun Mujiu carried his medicine box and went to see Ye Chufeng for a follow-up visit.

Ye Chufeng's recovery speed was faster than expected, and Yun Mujiu was somewhat happy. This was the first time he performed eye surgery on a patient in ancient times, and the results were as good as those in modern hospitals!

Ye Chufeng raised his sword-like eyebrows, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

"Thank you for your help, Auntie Huang. I will leave as soon as I recover."

"Don't worry, take off the bandage first." Yun Mujiu was only interested in curing the patient, and had no opinion of Chu Feng based on any political standpoint. No matter what happened outside, she would not rush to drive Ye Chu Feng out for no reason.

Ye Chufeng smiled and said, "Aunt Huang, I want to talk to you about something. Is that okay?"

"You say." Yun Mujiu said calmly.

Du Ziheng, who was standing by, frowned and stared at Ye Chufeng. What did the Seventh Prince want to do? Should he tell the prince?

Ye Chufeng paused and turned towards where Du Ziheng was.

Yun Mujiu noticed this action and took the initiative to say to Du Ziheng: "Du Ziheng, go out and wait first."

"Yes." The princess spoke, and Du Ziheng stepped back.

Yun Mujiu looked at Ye Chufeng: "Seventh Prince, what's the matter?"

Ye Chufeng pursed his lips: "Auntie Huang doesn't call me by my name? Auntie Huang can just call me by my name, Ye Chufeng, or Chu Feng."

Yun Mujiu was stunned for a moment, then said seriously: "You are the prince, I have to address you like this according to etiquette."

Although Ye Chufeng had no power in the palace, he was still a young prince. Yun Mujiu did not think too much about it, and only thought that calling Ye Chufeng "the Seventh Prince" was neither too strange nor too familiar.

“If we follow the rules of seniority, you can also call me by my name.” In other words, as a junior, it is normal for Yun Mujiu to call Ye Chufeng by his name directly, and it is not against the rules.

Yun Mujiu didn’t understand what Ye Chufeng meant, so he suggested again — “Your Highness King Feng?”

She couldn't call the Seventh Prince "Old Seven" like Ye Xiaohan did, right? Ye Xiaohan was the Seventh Prince's uncle, so of course he could call him that. She could call him by his name in her heart, but she still had to call him by his name in public. Calling him by his name in public might seem a bit intimate and inappropriate.

“That’s too respectful…” Ye Chufeng smiled helplessly.

"Then I'll call you 'Seventh Prince'."

"Okay..." Ye Chufeng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he didn't insist on saying anything.

Yun Mujiu avoided the question and took the initiative to ask about what he had just said: "Seventh Prince, what do you want to tell me?"

Ye Chufeng touched the objects on the table with his fingertips, and gently lifted a green-glazed lotus-handled pot with one hand. His arm was stretched and steady, and his slender fingers gently pinched the handle of the pot. Then, he held up a green-glazed lotus teacup with his other hand.

He couldn't see anything, so the movement of pouring tea seemed particularly slow, but there was a unique elegance to it.

Tilt the teapot slightly, and the clear tea will slowly flow out, turning into a smooth arc in the air and flowing smoothly into the teacup.

Yun Mujiu didn't know the key points of pouring tea. She usually poured tea casually. Looking at Ye Chufeng's slow movements, she was not in a hurry to urge Ye Chufeng.

Not long after, Ye Chufeng put down the teapot and pushed a cup of tea towards Yun Mujiu with both hands.

"Auntie Huang, please have some tea."

"Thank you, Seventh Prince." Yun Mujiu held the teacup in both hands and took a sip.

Ye Chufeng also naturally picked up the teacup and drank a few sips of tea. After putting down the teacup, he slowly spoke - "Aunt Huang, I have a request."

"I want to ask you - can you prescribe me some more medicine to take care of my body? After I leave the Night Palace, I will be able to take better care of my body."

"Of course." Yun Mujiu agreed decisively. Isn't it just to formulate a set of health-preserving medicine formulas for Ye Chufeng and provide the corresponding medicines? Even if Ye Chufeng didn't say it, she would take the initiative to provide it.

"Seventh Prince, the reason you have an eye disease is because you were injured in childhood and you are weak. This makes it easy for foreign bacteria to infect your body. The problem with your eyes is that you are infected."

Yun Mujiu had said this to Ye Chufeng before the operation. Now Yun Mujiu kindly emphasized it again, and Ye Chufeng took it seriously. "Thank you, Auntie Huang, for reminding me. I understand."

Yun Mujiu finished his tea and continued, "After the bandages are removed, I will give the Seventh Prince a comprehensive follow-up examination, and then I will formulate a plan for recuperation."

"Okay." Ye Chufeng nodded slightly and touched the crutches standing next to the table with both hands.

"I'll take Aunt Huang away."

"No need, you can rest now." Yun Mujiu glanced at Ye Chufeng, picked up the medicine box and left. Ye Chufeng was in good spirits and would be fully recovered soon.

As soon as Yun Mujiu came out, a flash of emotion flashed across Du Ziheng's eyes.

Yun Mujiu did not close the door when he was talking to Ye Chufeng. If someone outside was closer to the door, they could also hear the conversation between the people inside.

After everyone left, only Ye Chufeng and Cang Feng were left in the room.

Ye Chufeng drank cup after cup of tea, drinking it as if he were drinking alcohol.

Cang Feng frowned slightly and called softly, "Seventh Prince."

Ye Chufeng paused while holding the teacup, then continued to bring it to his lips. "Cang Feng, I'm fine."

Cang Feng had been with Ye Chufeng since he was a child, so how could he not know anything? He was sure that the Seventh Prince was definitely not trying to talk about recuperating, and that the Seventh Prince should have had something else to say.

However, due to certain factors, the Seventh Prince changed the topic and started talking about recuperation.

Ye Chufeng had no time to care about what Cang Feng was thinking, he just drank the warm tea. The tea soup was steaming, but he still felt it was too cold.

Forget it, just call him “the Seventh Prince”.

As for his other thoughts, let’s not talk about them…

While Ye Xiaohan was handling official business, he heard Du Ziheng's report.

He put down the hand holding the pen, "This king knows."

"Isn't Your Majesty worried?" Du Ziheng raised his eyebrows, seeming a little worried.

He and the princess had been to the Night Palace several times, and had occasionally run into the Seventh Prince. If he thought about it carefully, the Seventh Prince seemed to treat the princess differently.

Could it be simply because the princess was the seventh prince’s childhood playmate?