After transmigrating into the book, I helped my mother reconcile with her divorced husband.

"I'll say it ten more times, I like you, I love you, I want to have a love affair with you that belongs only to the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess." Lu Zhiyuan cupped his face: "Did you hear me? I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow."

"You love me?" the crown prince asked, dumbfounded. "You didn't lie to me because I was drunk?"

"What good would it do to lie to you?" Lu Zhiyuan said, dozing off. "You have a good background, good looks, and you're good to me. It's normal for me to like you and have feelings for you. You are the Crown Prince, don't underestimate yourself."

The Crown Prince exclaimed excitedly, "I just can't believe my ears! Alright, A-Yuan, could you please tell me a few more times?"

"No, I need to sleep." Lu Zhiyuan pulled the blanket over her head. "My injuries haven't healed, and I'm not well. I need to rest. Your Highness, please, go back to sleep, okay? I promise you, when you wake up tomorrow, I'll tell you as many times as you want. If that's not enough, I'll write it down for you a hundred times."

"Copy now. I'll go get paper and pen and grind the ink for A-Yuan myself."

"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." Lu Zhiyuan kicked the blanket hard. "Now, get out. I'll count to three, and if you don't leave by then, I won't like you anymore."

"Just one sentence!" The Crown Prince pitifully held up one finger: "I'm afraid this is a dream, and I'm afraid A-Yuan won't admit it when dawn breaks."

Lu Zhiyuan was also helpless. She kicked the blanket aside and said, "Just one sentence. Once you've finished writing it, put it away and go back to sleep."

Not only did he write it down, but he also pressed his fingerprint on it. Only after the Crown Prince repeatedly confirmed it did he climb back into bed. The Crown Prince held the paper as if it were a treasure, looking at it again and again, blowing on it again and again, until the ink on the paper dried, before folding it neatly and keeping it close to his body.

He didn't leave, but sat on the edge of the bed, watching her without moving. Lu Zhiyuan felt uncomfortable under his gaze, so she turned around and moved further into the bed: "It's getting late, you should rest."

The crown prince acted coy like a timid young wife, and after lying down fully clothed, he deliberately kept some distance from Lu Zhiyuan.

“We’re a married couple who have already gone through the wedding ceremony, there’s no need to be so formal. Besides, this bed is huge, so don’t worry about it crushing me.” Lu Zhiyuan squinted and muttered, “If it does crush me, I’ll kick you off.”

The prince smiled slightly, got up, and blew out the candle burning by the bedside.

The room was dark, with only the sound of two breaths, one heavy and one light. Just when the Crown Prince thought Lu Zhiyuan had fallen asleep, a pair of small hands reached out. A voice whispered against his back, "The Emperor and Empress are doing this for your own good! Your stomach isn't good, drinking alcohol is bad for your health."

"From now on, I will only drink fruit wine brewed by A-Yuan."

"You can't drink too much fruit wine either," Lu Zhiyuan muttered. "All alcohol is bad for your health; Her Majesty the Empress specifically warned us about that."

"Listen to A-Yuan," the Crown Prince said softly, holding her hand. "Go to sleep!"

Lu Zhiyuan slept soundly, but the Crown Prince experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. As dawn approached, he went to the next room and took a cold shower.

Lu Zhiyuan slept soundly, her dreams filled with chaotic scenes—ancient, modern, and even from the Republican era. When she opened her eyes and saw the Crown Prince, she was somewhat disoriented. The Crown Prince, thinking she was angry, apologized profusely.

Lu Zhiyuan's focus was elsewhere.

I knew the Crown Prince was good, but I didn't expect him to have such a great physique, with abs too. I never saw him work out when he was in the palace; could it be that he secretly works out at night when no one is around?

"Why are you taking a shower so early in the morning?"

The prince coughed suddenly and explained, "I didn't wash last night, so I feel a bit uncomfortable. It's not that kind of discomfort, it's that I'm sweaty and smell of alcohol, and I'm afraid it will bother A-Yuan."

Washed with cold water?

"There's no hot water left, I can't boil it." The Crown Prince touched his throat, feeling something stuck in it. "We've been traveling for days, Zuo Yi and the others are still resting, I don't want to disturb them."

"I thought it was something serious. Boiling water is very simple." Lu Zhiyuan stretched her arms. "You've been to the kitchen, right? You recognize the stove, right? Aren't there lots of firewood on both sides of the stove?"

The prince nodded, like a serious student.

Lu Zhiyuan patiently explained, "Aren't there many kinds of firewood? There are very thin ones, cut from small trees or large branches. There are whole pieces, split with an axe. There are also some dry grass clippings. First, light the dry grass with a tinderbox, then put the thin branches on top one by one. Put two or three at a time, not too many, or the fire underneath will be extinguished. Don't pack them too tightly either; leave appropriate gaps between the pieces of wood. After the thin branches have burned for a while, then put in the larger pieces of wood. Remember to start with the smaller ones, don't put in too many, and don't pack them too tightly; leave some space between them."

The prince blinked: "Is that all?"

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, then suddenly realized that men are single-celled organisms, especially pampered men like the Crown Prince who have everything done for them. You can't say anything less than that.

I took out paper and pen and drew out the kitchen and the steps for boiling water one by one, while giving instructions as I drew: "Before boiling water, check if there is a pot on the stove and if there is water in the pot. If there is no pot, put the pot in and then add water. If there is a pot, just add water. Also, check if the pot is clean before boiling water, so you don't waste a lot of time boiling a pot of dirty water that is unusable."

As she spoke, she drew a ladle next to the pot: "Use this to scoop the hot water from the pot into a bucket, and then pour the water from the bucket into the bathtub. Remember to add cold water. For men's baths, it's basically one bucket of hot water mixed with one bucket of cold water, depending on how hot the water is. For women's baths, it's one bucket of hot water mixed with half a bucket of cold water."

"Ah Yuan knows so much, this drawing is so lifelike." The Crown Prince held up the paper: "Ah Yuan is so familiar with it, did you often boil water when you were in the other courtyard? Those people who served you were truly despicable!"

"It's outrageous!" Lu Zhiyuan gestured, "The grass on the grave must be this tall."

The method was taught, the diagrams were drawn, and the task of boiling water was left to the Crown Prince. She also carried quite a bit of the Crown Prince's alcohol odor on her, and if Liu Ying smelled it, she would surely nag her again.

Han Ting sent a message saying that he had found clues in Ganzhou. The message did not provide details. Just in case, they decided to go to Ganzhou first. During the meal, the Crown Prince whispered to everyone, "Once we get to Ganzhou, you and I shouldn't sleep in separate rooms anymore. That person has spies there, and we probably can't hide our identities. It's better to avoid trouble."

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, not finding anything wrong with the Crown Prince's suggestion.

She and the Crown Prince are husband and wife, and should naturally eat, live, and go about their business together. If others were to see them living in separate rooms, rumors would inevitably spread, which would not only create obstacles in Ganzhou and Yanzhou, but also cause trouble for the imperial court. Just getting past the Emperor and Empress would be difficult.

Sleeping in the same bed is a piece of cake, but we'll need to prepare two more blankets. She's a restless sleeper; she's always kicking and shoving, and she likes to fight over the blankets. With the weather getting colder, we don't want the Crown Prince to catch a cold.

"Um... I didn't do anything out of line last night, did I?"

"No...no!" The Crown Prince choked on his porridge. "A-Yuan slept very well, just like on our wedding night, very peacefully."