I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

"Mother!" An Huanyan, who had just woken up, rushed in and threw herself on the bed again. "Mother, how do you feel?"

The queen touched her hair lovingly: "Mother is fine, there is no need to worry... cough cough cough..."

As he spoke he started coughing again.

An Huanyan hurriedly patted her on the back.

Looking at such a warm scene in the room, she quietly retreated and closed the door.

Songyan and several of the queen's maids were guarding outside, so Jiang Xingkuo called Songyan aside.

"Song Yan, you are considered an old man in the palace. I want to ask you something."

"Please speak up, young lady. I will tell you everything I know."

Jiang Xingkuo looked around and saw no one, so he asked in a low voice: "Do you know if there is an imperial physician named Chen in our palace?"

Songyan thought for a moment before saying, "The imperial physician named Chen... It is said that there are two imperial physicians named Chen in the palace. Which one do you want to ask about? Oh, yes, there was an imperial physician named Chen who had diagnosed the princess before."

Jiang Xingkuo seemed to have discovered this incredible news. He grabbed her hand and asked, "Is this Imperial Doctor Chen married? Does he have any children?"

Songyan was stunned. She didn’t know why Jiang Xingkuo asked such a question, but her professional ethics told her not to ask questions that she shouldn’t ask.

So she replied: "I don't know much about this. But if you want to know, I have a young eunuch in the Imperial Hospital who I know well. You can go and ask him about it."

"Okay, okay. It can't be better." Jiang Xingkuo smiled sweetly, and Song Yan was stunned.

"Also," Jiang Xingkuo continued to ask, "How many ladies are there in our palace?"

"Empress?" Song Yan thought and said, "To become an Empress, one must be a concubine or above."

As she spoke, she began to count on her fingers: "Except for the Empress, there are no noble concubines in our palace. Among the four concubines, only three have been conferred titles. The oldest one is Consort Xian, who gave birth to the second prince. The remaining Consorts Li and Jing, three princes and one princess died in succession in the early years, so they rarely show up."

"The next level is the concubine. There are seven or eight concubines. Oh, no, including Concubine Yan, there are nine."

Jiang Xingkuo propped up his chin with his hand: "Then Yan Zhaoyi can also be called Empress."

"Miss, you forgot that everyone calls her that. Moreover, Zhaoyi ranks after the Four Concubines and the head of the Nine Imperial Concubines. She is very favored." Song Yan said with emotion.

Indeed, Yan Buwan climbed to this position within half a year of entering the palace. It can only be said that he is very resourceful.

So was this "Niangniang" Yan Buwan? Why did she do those things secretly? Her intuition told her that it must be something serious and it must be related to them.

After saying goodbye to Songyan, she ran to the East Palace without stopping.

She stood under the backyard wall and shouted biubiubiu a few times, and a dark shadow quickly carried her inside.

"Brother, can't you speak up first? My heart is about to burst out!"

"...You sneaked in. Do you want to be discovered by the guards outside?"

Jiang Xingkuo was speechless. He gritted his teeth and used his hand as a dagger to stab him in the back, tearing it to pieces.

"What are you doing?"

When she heard the prince's gentle voice, she quickly put her hand away, turned back awkwardly, and met his handsome and heroic face.

"Hi...long time no see..." she greeted awkwardly.

"Long time no see?" The prince raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"That's right. A day without seeing you feels like a long time ago..."

Suddenly I remembered that this sentence seemed very ambiguous, so I quickly changed the topic: "Five winters and six summers, the coldest days of winter, bah bah bah... You treat me as if I didn't say anything, come on, let's continue yesterday's topic!"

She sat down, picked up the cup of tea on the table and drank it, but immediately spit it out.

"Why is it so bitter?" She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and looked up. The prince was staring at her deeply, and she blushed even more shyly.

Watching her flustered little movements, the prince couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

He clapped his hands, and a palace maid came in with her head lowered.

"Make this girl a cup of tea."

Jiang Xingkuo's head was buzzing.

Whose drink did I drink? Could it be the prince's?

Her hand holding the cup began to tremble.

It's so embarrassing...

"This black tea is not as sweet as the girl's milk tea, but it is already the least bitter." The prince said as he looked at the tea served.

Jiang Xingkuo could only grin and fake smile.

"Go ahead, young lady. My notes are ready."

The prince took out a notebook.

Jiang Xingkuo took it and flipped it open. The page on top was filled with everything he had said yesterday. He even drew some pictures for the parts that were not detailed enough.

"Your Highness is so serious. I admire you."

Jiang Xingkuo sighed as he flipped through the books.

It must be that he reorganized their conversation last night and compiled such detailed notes.

"This is a great thing that benefits the country and the people. How can we not take it seriously?" The prince said firmly.

Jiang Xingkuo suddenly felt that he and the person in front of him were not in the same dimension at all.

All she wanted was to solve the other party's problem in exchange for a result that did not require a marriage alliance.

But there was no point in thinking too much. Their first and most important task in this place was to survive.

Jiang Xingkuo pulled out a few pieces of white paper from the side and drew on them the shapes of the trees that he wanted to plant in the desert.

Looking at her scrawled works, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Xingkuo finished drawing based on his memory. When he looked up, he saw that the prince could no longer hold back his laughter.

What's wrong with this guy? This is the first time I've seen him laugh like this. Is it that funny?

"No, the girl's painting is very good, but it's hard to tell what these are." The prince looked through her paintings and managed to hold back his laughter.

"How can I not tell? This is a Haloxylon ammodendron, this is a Caragana korshinskii, and this is a Croton tiglium..."

She pointed at them one by one, and the prince suddenly grabbed her hand and asked, "What is this flower stick?"

They were both stunned at the same time.

The prince quickly let go of her hand: "I'm sorry. I was in a hurry... You didn't mention this flower stick yesterday."

"It's okay, it's okay..." She suppressed her panic and continued, "I forgot. The flower stick blooms small red flowers in summer and autumn. It is a treasure from head to toe. The branches are excellent firewood and can be used for weaving. The trunk can be used as handles for farm tools. The stem bark fiber is strong and can be made into hemp ropes. The tender branches and leaves can be used as feed, and the seeds can be used to extract oil..."

The prince pondered for a long time and asked another soul-searching question.

"You mean to ask them to plant trees and grass, but it's hard to change their mindset. They probably only think about herding sheep and cattle now, so how can they do such a thing?"