A crown princess who doesn't do infrastructure construction isn't a good doctor.

"Who do you think he is?"

"The rightful ruler of the Crown Prince of An".

Ignoring the pain in her buttocks and hands, Yang Song grabbed Jin Ding's collar and asked sharply, "How did you know?"

While in the Qin residence, Qin Sui rarely left the house. On the day he entered the Prince An's residence, he didn't even perform the ancestral rites. Some people could only see his figure covered by a veil, but most didn't even see his shadow. Therefore, most people in Yejing didn't know what the newlywed Prince An's heir looked like.

With his collar pulled tight, Jin Ding was a little out of breath, but he still managed to reply intermittently.

"On the day he returned to his parents' home, I happened to pass by the streets near Minister Qin's residence and caught a glimpse of him from afar. He was so handsome that I remembered his appearance."

Yang Song shoved the object forward forcefully and shouted angrily, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Despite Yang Song's seemingly forceful rebuke, Jin Ding only leaned back slightly, remaining perfectly still.

"I... just remembered."

"waste!"

After kicking Jin Ding in the shin, Yang Song, who had originally planned to go out for drinks, lost interest and, supported by the arriving servants, headed towards the sedan chair they had obtained from some shop.

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Jin Ding asked hesitantly, "What are we going to do with those damaged stalls?"

Seeing how tactless he was, bringing this up when Yang Song was already feeling frustrated and irritable, Li Min wanted to kick him too.

Sure enough, Yang Song turned around and threw a riding whip at him, yelling, "What are you good for! Do I, the young master, have to go and compensate them myself?!"

Jin Ding nimbly dodged, pulling Li Min aside as well.

Seeing that Yang Song had finished venting his anger and gotten into the sedan chair, Jin Ding muttered, "It's not like I broke it, so why do I always have to pay for it?"

"You're just rich and stupid."

As soon as Li Min finished speaking, seeing that his horse was alright, he mounted it and rode back, leaving Jin Ding and his attendants behind.

"I may have a lot of money, but I'm not stupid."

With a furrowed brow, Jin Ding expressed his dissatisfaction and beckoned his servants over.

"Yuanbao, go check on the losses of those merchants. If it wasn't Yang Song who caused it, make sure they don't lose too much money."

After saying "yes" to the round ingot, he took out a small abacus and walked over to the vendors whose stalls had been damaged.

Jin Ding stood aside, stroked his horse, and sighed.

When riding across the street, his horsemanship was only so-so, so he was lucky if he could ride steadily. So even though he and Li Min rode on either side, the stalls were basically destroyed by Yang Song whipping them like a madman. Every time he heard the sound of the whip cutting through the air, he wanted to slow the horse down, afraid that it would damage his fair and tender flesh.

Li Min was the best horseman among the three, riding ahead the whole way. He didn't intentionally damage anyone's stall, but he didn't hold back if anyone blocked his path. He almost bumped into a child, whose mother injured her hand while trying to save the child. Li Min couldn't bear to see this and had Yuanbao give the child some silver. All things considered, Yang Song and Li Min had used a lot of his silver today. If it weren't for Qin Suiyou's presence, which made Yang Song lose the desire to continue drinking and having fun, he would still have to pay the bill.

Thinking that he didn't know when he would ever get those two to return the money, Jin Ding felt increasingly disheartened. Without thinking, he grabbed a handful of the horse's mane. The horse turned its head to the side in pain and moved its front hooves away from Jin Ding. Fortunately, the horse was extremely docile; otherwise, even a slight movement would have hurt him.

Jin Ding quickly let go of his hand, then gently comforted him with concern.

Inside the Wutong Courtyard of the Prince An's Mansion.

Since returning, Qin Suiyou hadn't said a word to Beitang Yan. Beitang Yan's hands hadn't been treated yet, and since Qin Suiyou wouldn't help him, he couldn't wipe his face either. So, with a face that no one in the palace recognized, he sat next to Qin Suiyou looking aggrieved.

In the courtyard, Lan Ya held the acupoint chart she had drawn and marked, temporarily stopping her recitation. Luo Xian, who was observing the flower seedlings, also looked at the small hall with a worried look in her eyes.

"What's wrong with Masakazu?"

Losen, who was being held back by the two men, scratched his forehead and briefly told them what had happened.

Lan Ya, also unfamiliar with the high-ranking officials and nobles of Yejing, asked in surprise, "The heir of the Marquis of Xuanping?"

Luo Xian, on the other hand, furrowed her brows even more.

"I've heard other maids and servants in the manor say that the Marquis of Xuanping's ancestors were meritorious officials in the founding of Beiqian, but no capable people have emerged in the last two generations. However, he still has a lot of face because of his ancestors' legacy. The current Marquis of Xuanping is neither meritorious nor demeritful, and can be considered a mediocre person. His eldest son, who is also the heir of the Marquis of Xuanping, is a complete playboy. He often takes some of the young men from noble families in Yejing to ride horses and enjoy themselves. Although there have been no reports of him forcibly abducting women or killing people, he has been to gambling dens and brothels quite often, and his reputation is not very good."

"But he can't be so reckless. He even wants to hurt our Lord. What if something happens to him?"

Seeing the displeasure on their faces, Lawson didn't know what to say to comfort them, so he could only say dryly, "Don't worry, the Lord isn't hurt either, and the Prince blocked the whip."

Lan Ya frowned and asked, "Is Zheng Jun really not hurt?"

Luo Xian also looked at Luo Sen with a questioning gaze, her face full of unease.

Lawson swore an oath, guaranteeing, "It really wasn't, but the Crown Prince injured his hand while blocking the whip, which is why the Lord is a little angry."

Upon hearing this, the two girls instantly felt relieved.

"It's okay."

Anyway, Mr. Li has already returned, and someone will treat the Crown Prince's injuries. As for the Lady's anger, they shouldn't say anything, since it's a matter between the two of them.

Seeing how quickly the two changed their expressions, Lawson was somewhat surprised. He looked around and, realizing there was nothing more for him to do, asked how much longer until dinner was served, and then left.

In the small hall, Beitang Yan, who had been expecting to be praised for his bravery, realized what was happening after being ignored for a while. He looked at Qin Suiyou with a pitiful expression, wanting to go closer but not daring to.

The "big baby" was pouting, and its lips were almost big enough to hang an oil lamp.

"young married woman."

"..."

"Honey, I'm hungry. Are you hungry too?"

"..."

"Honey, my hand hurts."

"You deserve to be in pain."

When Qin Suiyou finally spoke, but it was such a hurtful remark, Beitang Yan felt wronged once again.

"I did this because I was afraid that person would hurt you. Don't you care about me at all?"

Qin Suiyou raised his eyes, clenched his teeth, and said, "If you're afraid that person will hurt me, you can simply pull me away. How could you be so stupid as to use your own hands to block it? Do you think your hands are Wolverine's claws?"

Beitang Yan looked innocent: "What kind of wolf is Wolverine? Are his claws really that hard?"

"laugh."

Qin Suiyou was so angry he almost laughed. He shook his head, rubbed his forehead, and sighed. "Oh well, the kid's a bit dim-witted, so I still need to educate him properly. Why did I start this cold war first? How childish."

"come here."

Upon receiving the order, Beitang Yanli happily approached Qin Suiyou.

"Hands out."

Beitang Yan raised his right hand.

"It's the injured one."

Due to his orientation, although Beitang Yan was right-handed, he used his left hand to block the whip.

He switched hands and lifted the hand, then examined it. As he expected, the area that had been bleeding had scabbed over after a while, and there was little redness or bruising.

Qin Suiyou pressed his index finger against the area in the middle that didn't quite look like a whip mark, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Beitang Yan shook his head honestly.

"It doesn't hurt much."

Qin Suiyou withdrew his hand and stared at Beitang Yan coldly, saying, "You just said your hand hurt, you dared to lie to me."

"no!"

Qin Suiyou raised an eyebrow, signaling Beitang Yan to continue his sophistry.

"My hand really hurt just now. The scab had formed, and I pinched it myself. It really hurt."

Qin Suiyou was speechless. It seemed that this was the origin of the rather strange-looking injury in the middle.