After rebirth, the abstinent prince wants to marry me every day

When the wooden box was opened, a blue and white porcelain medicine jar lay inside.

Medicine? Zhu Qingan opened the medicine jar and smelled a strong herbal aroma.

"Is this scar-healing ointment?" Zhu Qing'an picked up some ointment with his fingertips.

She was able to recognize the scar-healing ointment because she had seen it in her aunt's palace. This kind of medicine is very effective for scars, but it is very expensive and ordinary noble families do not have it. She didn't expect that the loyal and righteous king, who seemed to be a rough man, actually had it.

"I'll apply it for the princess first. If Prince Zhongyi hadn't sent the scar-healing ointment, I'd still be thinking about how to get some from Empress Dowager Bingming!" Fu Guang took the medicine bottle, untied the gauze on Zhu Qing'an's wrist, and gently applied the ointment.

"The princess and Prince Zhongyi seem to have no contact, so why would Prince Zhongyi send such precious ointment? When the late emperor was alive, Prince Zhongyi was disliked by him, and now His Majesty also rejects Prince Zhongyi. Could it be that Prince Zhongyi wants to win over the princess?" Wangshu was a little puzzled.

When mentioning the Loyal King Bian Jingsheng, Zhu Qingan couldn't help but think of Bian Jingsheng's identity.

Bian Jingsheng is now a powerful prince. Although his surname is Bian, he is not actually a member of the royal family. Bian Jingsheng's grandfather assisted the founding emperor in establishing the Xuanlong Kingdom, made great military achievements, and even rescued the founding emperor several times.

Therefore, the founding emperor bestowed the surname of the country on the people, and the people enjoyed the power of princes and nobles for generations.

When it comes to Bian Jingsheng's generation, he was brave when he was young. He started as a soldier and climbed up step by step to become the general who now commands the military power. He can be said to be a man who can command the support of hundreds of people.

However, this ability had incurred the late emperor's fear, leading him to be confined to the border. Now that the new emperor had ascended the throne, he was equally wary of Bian Jingsheng. However, Bian Jingsheng had never made a mistake, held military power, and was beloved by his officers and men, so he could not be removed at will. Instead, he was treated with lukewarm demeanor.

Everyone in the court, including civil and military officials, could see that the emperor disliked Bian Jingsheng. Even though Bian Jingsheng was extremely powerful, no one dared to make friends with him. The only people he interacted with were military generals.

In his previous life, Zhu Qing'an didn't know much about Bian Jingsheng. He only knew that he was a good general with superb martial arts and excellent military deployment. After the two were falsely accused of having an affair, Bian Jingsheng stayed in the border.

But later, the new emperor was absurd. Unexpectedly, it was Bian Jingsheng who broke out of the encirclement in the end. He was the one who had the last laugh.

"The King of Loyalty is the patron saint of Xuanlong. From now on, you must respect him and never follow the crowd!" Zhu Qing'an looked at Fu Guang and Wangshu, and his voice was not an instruction but an order.

She wanted the people around her to be in awe of Bian Jingsheng and not offend him.

Fu Guang and Wang Shu exchanged a look of confusion. After all, in their eyes, their own princesses were the most distinguished, so even if the Prince of Loyalty held great power, it didn't matter. However, they always followed Zhu Qing'an's orders, and this time was no exception.

"Is the eldest sister awake?" A crisp voice came from the yard outside the house.

When Wangshu heard this, he immediately prepared to go out. "Don't worry, Princess. I'll send the Second Young Lady away!"

Fu Guang glanced at Zhu Qing'an and whispered, "The princess had a high fever last night. The Second Miss and the Third Young Master came several times. I heard that Concubine Qu has been copying Buddhist scriptures to pray for the princess!"

Wangshu and Fuguang both knew that Zhu Qing'an was not close to his half-brother and sister. Although he never bullied them, he was never in a good mood with them.

This is because Aunt Qu is his father's concubine. Zhu Qing'an naturally sides with his mother and feels unfair for her.

"Let them in!" Zhu Qing'an waved his hand slightly.

Wangshu almost thought he had misheard. On weekdays, the second young lady and the third young master often came to Yongfu Courtyard, but unfortunately his own princess never received them.

"Yes!" Wangshu nodded. She always felt that the princess seemed to have changed a little, but no matter how the princess changed, she was still the princess they were loyal to.

What's more, privately, Fu Guang and Wang Shu both felt that the Second Young Lady and the Third Young Master were not bad people by nature, and even that Concubine Qu had never done anything strange over the years.

"Meet the eldest sister!"

The two of them saluted in unison. They were Zhu Qing'an's younger brother and sister, and also a pair of twins born to Concubine Qu. The elder sister was Zhu Baiwei and the younger brother was Zhu Yiqing.

The two of them are three years younger than Zhu Qing'an, exactly fifteen years old.

"Please sit down!" Zhu Qing'an greeted them. Wangshu brought them brewed tea, and they took it nervously.

Zhu Baiwei looked closely at her elder sister. Inside her boudoir, Zhu Qing'an sat on the rosewood, threaded Arhat bed under the window, a blanket draped over her knees, getting some fresh air. Her delicate hands rested on the small table. She had willow-shaped eyebrows, beautiful eyes, skin as white as snow, lips painted red without makeup, and a pair of sparkling, radiant eyes. She was a gift from heaven.

"Yesterday I heard that my eldest sister was not feeling well. I wonder if she is feeling better now? This is the wild ginseng that my third brother and I brought from our private storehouse. The doctor said it can replenish vital energy, soothe the mind and improve intelligence. I hope you don't mind it, my eldest sister!" Zhu Baiwei handed a long wooden box to Wangshu.

Zhu Baiwei was wearing an embroidered long dress, her round eyes were as clear as water, her nose was small and delicate, and her smile was bright, blooming like a delicate flower, revealing the innocence and innocence of a girl.

On normal days, if Zhu Baiwei and Zhu Yiqing sent something to him, Zhu Qing'an would not even look at it and would directly ask Wangshu to return it.

Now, Zhu Qing'an took the wooden box and opened it. He saw a yellow-white ginseng lying inside. The main root was thick and the stem was cylindrical. It was obviously a precious ginseng.

"You are so thoughtful!" Zhu Qing'an said, and accepted the ginseng.

Although the brother and sister had no worries about food and clothing in the Marquis's Mansion, they were concubines' sons and daughters after all, and they did not have much money on a daily basis. It was difficult for them to come up with such a ginseng.

"As long as my elder sister is healthy, that's enough!" Zhu Yiqing said unnaturally.

Zhu Yiqing inherited his father, Marquis Wen'an's appearance very well. He has elegant and handsome features, a scholarly air, and a fresh aura between his eyebrows.

Zhu Qing'an was not surprised by Zhu Yiqing's awkward mood. After all, he had not been gentle to the siblings before. Compared to the second sister who always came to stick to him, the third brother always looked dissatisfied every time he was ignored by him.

"I heard that you are well-read and well-educated in the academy. So, I would like to recommend you to the Self-cultivation Pavilion. Are you willing?" Zhu Qing'an asked.

After these words were spoken, Zhu Baiwei and Zhu Yiqing were stunned.

The Self-cultivation Pavilion is home to many famous teachers, and every student there has real talent and knowledge, but the threshold is extremely high. Not only do you need to be talented yourself, but you also need someone to recommend you to enter.

Even though Zhu Yiqing was a son of a marquis, he was a bastard's son after all and was disliked by his father. He never dreamed that he could enter the Self-cultivation Pavilion.

"Third brother, why don't you thank your eldest sister quickly?" Zhu Baiwei quickly pushed her brother's shoulder, wishing she could accept it on his behalf.