Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Tang Ling grabbed the scroll and slapped it on Qi Xiao's arm. She pushed him away a little before she could catch her breath. "Are you still going to read?"

"Well, you read it," Qi Xiao said seriously, but he had no intention of reading. Not to mention that he wasn't the kind of person who could afford to read, but how could the book be as beautiful as Tang Ling's? It wasn't even as beautiful as Tang Ling's hand holding the scroll. Qi Xiao leaned over and pecked the back of Tang Ling's hand.

"It was you who said you wanted to read the Chronicles of Mountains and Rivers. Stop it." Tang Ling smiled without even a hint of scolding in her tone, but she must not let Qi Xiao get any further.

"Are you really willing to let me stay?"

Tang Ling looked at Qi Xiao with a smile, holding down his clumsy hands and feet. Just as she was about to say something, there was a knock on the door: "Master, are you ready?"

Tang Ling responded and pulled Qi Xiao up: "Ask Qinglan to prepare a medicinal bath. It will dispel wind and cold and will be very relieving. Go and try it."

The steam in the next room was mixed with the fragrant, rich and slightly bitter herbal aroma. It really showed that a lot of high-quality medicinal materials were used.

Tang Ling pushed Qi Xiao into the door, but was held back by Qi Xiao. Tang Ling could clearly see the passion hidden in his blazing eyes. Without waiting for Tang Ling to hesitate, Qing Lan couldn't help but reach out and snatch Tang Ling's hand back from Qi Xiao's clutches.

"Your Highness, you should take the medicinal bath while the water is hot. Please come in." After saying that, Qinglan "thoughtfully" closed the door.

Tang Ling couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qing Lan pursed her lips and couldn't help but mutter, "Master...even if we're not in the Great Zhou, there's no reason for you to serve others."

Tang Ling smiled and said, "Thank you for the hard work, Qinglan."

The medicinal bath water is hotter than ordinary bath water, and the aroma of the medicinal herbs is pleasant, which makes people feel sleepy. Qi Xiao is not used to being served by others, so Qinglan would go in every now and then to check on Qi Xiao, fearing that he would faint from the bath without knowing it.

Qi Xiao heard the footsteps and knew it was Qinglan. He closed his eyes and soaked comfortably, saying, "Thank you."

Qing Lan paused and was silent for a long time before saying, "Your Highness, it's almost time. Don't soak in the medicinal bath for too long."

"Yeah." Qi Xiao opened his eyes and looked at Qinglan. The boy looked quite good, not as bitter and resentful as he had been the last time he met him. Qinglan was not only a good doctor, but also had a simple mind. Being around Tang Ling actually made her feel less worried, so he couldn't help but smile. Qinglan didn't know what Qi Xiao was laughing at, so he turned and left.

In addition to the medicinal bath, Tang Ling even prepared new clothes for Qi Xiao, the size was exactly right for him. Qi Xiao couldn't help but smile.

The medicinal bath really did relieve fatigue. Qi Xiao felt refreshed as soon as he stepped out of the house. All the fatigue and irritability of the past few days seemed to have disappeared.

Qi Xiao walked towards Tang Ling's main room, but heard Qing Lan say, "The young master has been invited by Master Huang."

"Hmm?" Qi Xiao almost forgot that he was in Huaxi Villa, where the Zhou envoys were staying. "Did your master say anything else?"

Qinglan held up a brocade bag in both hands: "The young master asked Qinglan to prepare a calming incense for the prince."

Qi Xiao looked at Qing Lan, reached out to take the calming incense, and smiled softly: "Okay, thank you."

Bai Xiqiao was waiting for someone in Yangxizhai to come back. He became more and more anxious as he waited. He had already rolled up his sleeves several times. If he didn't come back, he would rush to Huaxi Villa.

"This brat..." Bai Xiqiao gritted his teeth secretly. There was now an assassin from the Tiance Camp in the room. He was no longer one of their own. Bai Xiqiao couldn't curse at him and could only mutter to himself.

Chi Yue found Bai Xiqiao's restless look very funny, and could not help but move closer to Zong Sheng and asked, "Is this... jealous?" This was a joke, but Chi Yue was really surprised by the people around Qi Xiao. No matter Zong Sheng, Bai Xiqiao, or even his personal guards, none of them were humble like guards and servants. Instead, they seemed to be very close to Qi Xiao.

Zong Sheng rolled his eyes at Chi Yue and didn't answer.

Chi Yue laughed: "Still waiting? I'm afraid His Highness won't come back tonight."

Bai Xiqiao glared at Chi Yue and said, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Chi Yue's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. His cute smile instantly turned into a sinister one. He stood up and challenged Bai Xiqiao: "For your sake, I won't kill you."

Bai Xiqiao was feeling annoyed. Since he couldn't beat Qi Xiao, he could beat Chi Yue. Without saying a word, he stood up and confronted Chi Yue.

Zong Sheng hurried forward to hold Bai Xiqiao down, shaking his head slightly to signal him to stop. The two of them had just fought Chi Yue yesterday, and if they didn't join forces and just fought alone, Bai Xiqiao would be no match.

Bai Xiqiao knew it clearly, but he couldn't stand Chi Yue's arrogance at the moment, so he pushed Zong Sheng aside and was about to attack him.

Chi Yue was quick-witted and quick-handed. He pulled Zong Sheng behind him with his left hand, raised his right palm and lightly pushed Bai Xiqiao away with a punch.

Both of them felt that there was not enough space to stretch their hands and feet in the hall, so they quickly arrived in the courtyard. Just as they were about to fight, they heard Qi Xiao's voice: "What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?"

Chi Yue was stunned when he saw Qi Xiao coming back. He actually guessed wrong?

Qi Xiao felt rather helpless as he watched the three men, seemingly about to fight. Chi Yue was, after all, a member of the Tian Ce Camp. A fight would only hurt His Majesty and his reputation. But Zong Sheng had suggested Chi Yue was a tough nut to crack. If he couldn't be defeated, he would definitely provoke again. However, the case was important, and Chi Yue belonged to the Tian Ce Camp. Qi Xiao couldn't possibly recruit him, much less bother spending time with him.

"Let's all go and rest." Qi Xiao went straight back to his room. Bai Xiqiao tried to catch up but was stopped outside the door by Qi Xiao. "I'm back, aren't I?"

“…” Bai Xiqiao was speechless.

Qi Xiao smiled slightly and said softly, "Good night, senior brother."

After returning to his room, Qi Xiao lit the calming incense Qing Lan had given him. The scent was different from the one in Tang Ling's room, yet very similar. Similarity was good, Qi Xiao smiled, turned around, extinguished the candle, and went to sleep.

The three people in the yard looked at each other, all feeling bored, and then went back to their rooms.

After a quick wash, Zong Sheng lay down on the bed and prepared to sleep, but Chi Yue became interested and pulled Zong Sheng up: "Could it be that your prince... has a hidden illness?"

Zong Sheng gritted his teeth, raised his fist, and punched Chi Yue in the face. Chi Yue raised his hand to block it, then grabbed Zong Sheng's wrist and said, "Don't hit me, I'm not kidding. You should have smelled the medicinal fragrance on him just now, right?"

Qi Xiao had just taken a medicinal bath, so Zong Sheng and Bai Xiqiao could smell it without having to have the sharp senses of Chi Yue.

"He even has new clothes, but..." Chi Yue winked at Zong Sheng, but Zong Sheng seemed completely confused. He pulled his hand away and fell asleep again. Chi Yue still refused to let him go and said, "If he... he shouldn't have such a calm expression, without any sign of satisfaction. He shouldn't have that."

"What does it have to do with you?" Zong Sheng frowned and moved to the inside, lying down with his back to Chi Yue, "Sleep."

Chi Yue thought to himself, if he could endure this, if he wasn't sick, then he must be a saint. But when he glanced at Zong Sheng, his heart skipped a beat. Could he be considered half a saint? He suddenly seemed to understand Qi Xiao, why he didn't look unhappy or depressed when he returned. Chi Yue smiled. He was not in a hurry.