Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

Zhou Ziqian stood on the edge of the crowd, looking at Lin Yuxuan with hesitation.

He has been uneasy ever since the news came from the palace this morning that the wise king was ill.

Seeing Lin Yuxuan finished his work and was about to go back to the pharmacy, he hurriedly followed him.

Outside the pharmacy, Zhou Ziqian paced back and forth, twisting his belt with his fingers until it was almost twisted into pieces.

He was worried about the illness of his father and consort, and was also afraid of causing trouble for Lin Yuxuan - after all, the mansion had just had four newborns, and Lin Yuxuan hadn't slept for several nights.

"Ah Qian?" Liang Junze passed by with a pile of freshly dried diapers and keenly noticed his abnormality. "What happened?"

Zhou Ziqian seemed to be grasping at a lifeline, hesitating and saying, "A letter from the palace said that my father is not feeling well... I wanted to ask Axuan to go and see him, but..."

"What's so difficult about this?" Liang Junze interrupted him gently, putting the diaper on the corridor, "Come on, I'll go with you."

In the pharmacy, Lin Yuxuan was pounding medicine with his sleeves rolled up, and there was a few drops of medicine powder on his forehead.

Seeing the two people come in, he said without even looking up: "Brother Aze, you are here at the right time. Please help me get that bag of angelica."

"Ah Xuan," Liang Junze said softly, "Ah Qian wants to see you."

Zhou Ziqian took a deep breath and said, "My father is not feeling well, I would like to ask you..."

"Entering the palace?" Lin Yuxuan suddenly looked up, his eyes instantly lighting up. "Great! I haven't even seen the palace yet!" He excitedly threw down the pestle, and medicine powder splashed all over him. "When do we leave? What herbs should I prepare? What are the symptoms of the wise king?"

Zhou Ziqian was stunned by his reaction: "You...you don't mind the trouble?"

"What's the trouble?" Lin Yuxuan was already spinning around the medicine cabinet like a whirlwind, stuffing bottles and jars into the box swiftly. "It's a good time to try out my newly developed tranquilizing pills. It's said that..." He suddenly got stuck and scratched his head awkwardly, "Uh... who should I say has used it and it works well?"

"The Emperor," Liang Junze suppressed a laugh and reminded, "Didn't we send a batch to Changshou Palace last month?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Yuxuan slapped his forehead, "The emperor said it was good after using it!" He stuffed a few more packets of herbs into the box, "And bring some nourishing tea, the wise emperor will definitely like it."

Zhou Ziqian's eyes were slightly hot.

He originally thought that it would take some effort to convince Lin Yuxuan, but he didn't expect that Lin Yuxuan would agree so readily.

Looking at the other person's busy figure, he couldn't help but think of when he first arrived at the Su Mansion. It was this seemingly eccentric doctor who was the first to discover the cause of his asthma.

"Axuan..." Zhou Ziqian thanked him softly, but Lin Yuxuan put his arm around his shoulders.

"Why are you being polite?" Lin Yuxuan came closer with a smile, "But you have to promise me that you will take your medicine properly when you come back. You've secretly poured it twice in the past half month, right?"

Zhou Ziqian's face flushed immediately, and Liang Junze couldn't help laughing.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice, casting the shadows of the three people on the ground, interweaving into a warm picture.

As the carriage drove towards the imperial city, Lin Yuxuan lifted the curtains high like a child on his first spring outing.

"Wow! That archway is so magnificent!"

"My goodness, the guard's armor is so shiny!"

"Look! Is there a golden arowana in the Imperial River?"

Zhou Ziqian was amused by him and laughed: "Ah Xuan, how can you look like a miracle doctor like this?"

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't look like it now." Lin Yuxuan suddenly sat up straight with a serious face, "I'll pick up the carriage later." He imitated Gu Qingyan's cold face and said, "Isn't this intimidating enough?"

Zhou Ziqian felt warm in his heart.

He knew that Lin Yuxuan was afraid of embarrassing him - after all, it was indeed inappropriate to bring a noisy doctor into the palace.

Sure enough, as soon as the carriage stopped, Lin Yuxuan seemed like a different person.

He carried the medicine box in a dignified and proper posture, his steps were neither hurried nor slow, and even his eyes became calm, making him look like a hermit.

"Ah Xuan..." Zhou Ziqian asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Lin Yuxuan looked straight ahead and answered through gritted teeth: "Don't... don't talk to me... it's tiring to be so polite..."

Zhou Ziqian almost laughed out loud and quickly led him to Yongning Palace.

The wise king was half leaning on the couch, and his face did not look very good.

Seeing his son coming in with a young doctor, he frowned slightly - this was a stubborn disease that even the palace doctors were helpless to cure, so how could such a young boy be able to do it?

"Father!" Zhou Ziqian stepped forward quickly, "This is Lin Yuxuan, my... uh..."

"I'm his third brother." Lin Yuxuan replied casually, but then he realized something was wrong. Zhou Ziqian's third brother is the prince... He quickly changed his words, "No, no, I mean..."

The virtuous king was amused by the honest words: "No problem. Since he is someone Qian'er trusts, I can trust him naturally."

Lin Yuxuan didn't waste any time and went forward to take the patient's pulse.

His fingers moved gently on the wise king's wrist, sometimes frowning, sometimes pursing his lips, which made Zhou Ziqian's heart rise to his throat.

"Hmm..." After a while, Lin Yuxuan suddenly said, "Does Xianjun suffer from insomnia all year round? Do you have palpitations in the afternoon? Do you sometimes cry for no reason?"

The wise king's pupils shrank slightly - he had never mentioned these symptoms to outsiders.

"Simple." Lin Yuxuan had already taken out a pen and paper to write a prescription. "Liver depression and qi stagnation, heart and spleen deficiency. I'll prescribe Xiaoyao Powder with modifications, and add some tranquilizers..." He wrote quickly, then suddenly looked up. "The root of your illness isn't in your body."

Xianjun raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"In my heart." Lin Yuxuan pointed to his chest. "I've been worrying too much for a long time, and it's all pent up in my heart." He suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice. "Is someone in the palace making you angry? Tell me, and I'll have Brother Ayan put him in a sack in the middle of the night!"

"A Xuan!" Zhou Ziqian almost fainted.

The virtuous king burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face. "Great! Great! Qian'er, your third brother... is exactly what I want!"

The wise king insisted on keeping the two of them for dinner.

During the dinner, Zhou Ziqian was like a happy little sparrow, chattering endlessly about interesting stories in the Su Mansion.

"...Yaoyao can now distinguish the four babies, but we can't!"

"Achen and Amu quarrel every day over whose child is prettier..."

"Ayan appears to dislike Hanhan, but in fact he always secretly covers the child with a blanket in the middle of the night..."

The wise king was so engrossed in listening that he even forgot to move his chopsticks.

He had never imagined that life between men could be so lively and vivid.

"Oh, right, father!" Zhou Ziqian suddenly lowered his voice, "Ah Xuan is really amazing. My asthma hasn't recurred in the past two months! Every day he..."

"Ahem!" Lin Yuxuan suddenly choked. "Well... Xianjun, this steamed sea bass is delicious. Please use more."

Zhou Ziqian then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag - he couldn't tell anyone that Lin Yuxuan forced him to drink bitter medicine every day.

Xianjun looked at his son's red ears, then at Lin Yuxuan's desperate winking, and suddenly felt a corner of his heart loosen.

These people truly treat Qian'er as a family member, and it's not just superficial because of his status as a prince.