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Chu Xingyao looked at Jun Jiuxiao, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

She knew that Jun Jiuxiao was never good with words, and his taciturn nature was something she was familiar with in her previous life.

The fact that he could now humble himself and ask her for advice on how to express his feelings warmed her heart.

Jun Jiuxiao turned his gaze to Chu Xingyao again, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry: "How does Yao'er know he's young?"

His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension, as if he cared deeply about Chu Xingyao's opinion on this matter.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of teasing, yet seemingly trying to ease the tension between them:

"I heard it from Chu Xinglan, and I'm a doctor. Jun Xuanche looks like he's overindulged in sex. So he's definitely not good in that area."

His gaze was piercing, fixed on Chu Xingyao, and his voice carried an undeniable firmness:

"Yao'er, don't worry, I... will do it."

His words carried not only assurances but also a domineering declaration; he was proving to her that he was completely different from Jun Xuanche.

Chu Xingyao's face instantly flushed a deep, sunset-like red. Her embarrassment was like that of a young girl whose secret had been exposed; she quickly averted her gaze from his burning intensity.

She muttered a defense: "I...I don't care about that."

Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her fingers were unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, revealing her nervousness and unease.

She was well aware of his abilities; the incident in her past life had given her a profound understanding of his power and rage.

She remembered that she had secretly given the information to Jun Xuanche, and her actions resulted in the sacrifice or injury of many of Jun Jiuxiao's subordinates. She still vividly remembers his pain and anger.

That night, Jun Jiuxiao returned home drunk, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse and pained: "Why?"

He questioned her, each word like a sharp blade piercing her heart.

Chu Xingyao hardened her heart and replied, "Those people followed you, and if they die, it's because of you."

She regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth, but her pride prevented her from bowing her head immediately.

That following night, Jun Jiuxiao's anger transformed into a fierce emotion.

He possessed her again and again, as if trying to merge her into his own body.

That was the first time he had touched her so intensely since he had cured her of her poison a year ago.

Chu Xingyao felt as if she was about to disappear in his intense emotions. She lay in bed for three days, unable to get up.

Whenever she recalls that night, her heart is filled with complex emotions, including shame and lingering fear.

A hint of confusion crossed Jun Jiuxiao's eyes as he softly asked, "Yao'er, why is your face flushed? Do you have a fever?"

His voice was full of concern, and every word revealed his deep care for Chu Xingyao.

Chu Xingyao's guilty conscience made her voice weak: "I don't have a fever, I'm just hungry."

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Jiuxiao had already picked up a delicate dish and gently brought it to her lips.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Xingyao opened her mouth and gently bit the food that Jun Jiuxiao offered, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

His actions of feeding her were full of love, and she seemed to be savoring the taste of happiness with every bite she ate.

At this moment, the emotional exchange between them spoke louder than a thousand words.

The appearance of Night Hawk and Big White was like that of two audience members who had accidentally wandered into a romantic movie; they stood at the door, looking completely bewildered.

The cold-faced Prince Jun Jiuxiao, who usually doesn't smile, was all smiles at this moment, carefully feeding Miss Chu.

This scene was even more dramatic than the most popular play in Kyoto, making Night Hawk and Big White wonder if they had wandered onto the wrong set.

Jun Jiuxiao frowned slightly, clearly displeased by the sudden interruption.

His gaze darted between Nighthawk and Big White, as if he were considering how to vent his dissatisfaction.

Night Hawk sensed Jun Jiuxiao's gaze, like a mouse sensing a cat's presence. He quickly knelt down, offering his "lifeline."

He said, "Your Highness and Miss Chu are truly a match made in heaven. Other princes wear sachets, I wonder if Miss Chu would be willing to make one for my prince."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Jun Jiuxiao's expression soften, and he secretly rejoiced at his own quick thinking.

Chu Xingyao's eyes lit up when she heard the suggestion. She nodded slightly, her voice tinged with pleasure: "Okay."

Her answer was simple and direct, yet it brought Nighthawk a sense of relief.

Jun Jiuxiao's gaze softened considerably, and he said calmly, "Get up, let's get down to business."

His tone carried a hint of tolerance, as if he had already forgiven Nighthawk for the disturbance.

The bodyguard, Da Bai, seized the opportunity to report: "The property deed has been transferred. The house next to 'Baohetang' belongs to the Prince, and I transferred that as well."

Chu Xingyao exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, what a coincidence!" Her surprise was tinged with joy, clearly indicating her satisfaction with the coincidence.

Jun Jiuxiao calmly replied, "They wanted to make a move, and I just happened to buy it."

His tone was casual, as if it were just a trivial matter.

But Night Hawk thought to himself, "What a coincidence! It's just that the Prince ordered the Minister of Rites to sell his shop, or he would be transferred out of the capital. That's how he was able to buy this shop."

He knew that all of this was meticulously planned by Jun Jiuxiao for Chu Xingyao's sake.

Chu Xingyao was unaware of the truth behind it all. All she knew was that she now had two shops that she could decorate to resemble hospitals in China, allowing her to save more lives.

Thinking of all this, she was very happy. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Jun Jiuxiao on the cheek: "This is a gift from Brother Chen."

She chuckled and led Big White and Pearl out of the restaurant, her laughter clear and melodious, like a mountain spring.

Jun Jiuxiao stood there stunned, a warm feeling welling up in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.

The touch of Chu Xingyao's soft lips against his face melted his heart instantly.

He knew that no matter how much he did for her, as long as he could see her smile and hear her laughter, it would all be worth it.

Standing in the corner, Ye Ying looked at his lord Jun Jiuxiao's "worthless" expression and couldn't help but feel a cloud of worry in his heart.

He thought to himself, "It's just a woman, how did this perfectly good prince end up like this?"

But he dared not ask. Why dared not ask? Because he wanted to live, and wanted to protect his family's ancestral graves from being dug up by the prince in a fit of anger.

Just as Night Hawk was pondering this, suddenly, a gold ingot flew towards him like a dart. He quickly dodged to the side.

A deep voice followed: "Here's a reward for you."

Night Hawk looked at the gold on the ground, then at the prince, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He knew that this was the prince's "appreciation" of him, but at the same time it was a warning against his "wild thoughts".

Night Hawk secretly thought to himself, "It's not so bad that the prince is like this. At least he's no longer that cold and unapproachable prince."