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

Waking up from a hangover with a splitting headache, before he could even see his surroundings clearly, he followed the smell of alcohol and reached for the bottle that had rolled under the bed. Lu Zhiyuan came in carrying a food box and just then saw the Crown Prince tumbling to the floor in a disheveled state.

"How many times have I told you, you're not allowed in!"

Lu Zhiyuan sighed, placed the food box on the table, and took out the sake soup, congee, and side dishes one by one.

"Get up and eat!"

"Get out!"

The Crown Prince nudged Lu Zhiyuan, who was supporting him. Caught off guard, Lu Zhiyuan's arm hit the corner of the table with a "squeak." Hearing the sound, the Crown Prince finally realized who he had pushed and quickly got up to ask, "Where are you hurt? I'll tell them to call the imperial physician."

"I bumped my arm, Your Highness is so strong." Lu Zhiyuan endured the pain, rolled up her sleeve to show him the bruise on her arm: "It hurts, Your Highness, please rub it for me."

The prince reached out, but withdrew his hand before touching the wound, and turned his back to her.

“I…you can go out now. Let Qingzhi apply the medicine for you. I will go to see the Empress Dowager after we return to the capital. If you want a divorce, that’s fine too.” The Crown Prince stammered, “If you really hate me, you can poison me. A-Yuan is so clever, she can definitely concoct a poison exactly like the Seven-Day Soul Separation Poison.”

"Did you drink yourself silly? Why did you suddenly eat 'Seven Days of Soul'?" Lu Zhiyuan pinched his waist hard: "You really won't let me rub it? Then I'll go find Han Ting or Lu Yun."

"You're not allowed to go!" With a turn of his head, the Crown Prince wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and buried his face in the crook of her neck: "You're still my Crown Princess, how can you let another man... In short, you're not allowed to go before we divorce."

"You pricked me." Lu Zhiyuan pushed his head back with her hand: "Look, didn't your stubble prick my neck and make it red?"

"I'm sorry, I just..."

“You just don’t know how to face me.” Lu Zhiyuan turned around and took his hand: “That incident wasn’t your fault. You were just a victim.”

The person who truly wanted to harm me and my mother is dead. Let's not punish ourselves for other people's actions, okay?

"I blame myself."

"Then treat me well, be filial to my mother, and take good care of the Xie family." Lu Zhiyuan looked into his eyes: "You are the Crown Prince, the son-in-law of the Xie family, and my husband, Lu Zhiyuan's husband. Are you sure you want to continue to give up on yourself like this? Crown Prince, have you forgotten that A-Yuan is a patient? Are you sure you want to waste the little time we have left on these things?"

"I..." The Crown Prince's mind was in turmoil.

He certainly didn't want to give up on himself; he just didn't know how to face Lu Zhiyuan or what he had done. In the past, he had looked down on those who used alcohol to escape reality, but after these events, he realized that alcohol was a good thing. When drunk, he could stop thinking about anything and even see the scenes he wanted to see.

Living a life of debauchery and decadence—so this is what the legendary "living a life of debauchery and decadence" means.

She broke free from Lu Zhiyuan, took two steps back, picked up the wine bottle, and found it was empty. Feeling agitated, she staggered out the door, only to feel a numbness in her shoulder and calf as soon as she reached the doorway.

"You won't listen to me when I try to talk to you properly, will you? You're in your twenties and you're still playing games with me."

You pricked me with a needle?

"So what if I stab you? I'd like to hit you instead." Lu Zhiyuan walked up to him with the hangover soup in her hand: "Open your mouth and drink!"

The prince kept his mouth shut.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't tolerate him either; once the silver needle was inserted, he obediently opened his mouth.

"I personally brewed this hangover soup, and it simmered for a full hour." Lu Zhiyuan scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and fed it to the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince didn't want to drink; he had his pride as the Crown Prince. However, Ah Yuan's gaze was too fierce, giving him goosebumps. Having known Ah Yuan for so long, this was the first time he'd ever seen her so fierce.

Closing his eyes was his last act of defiance.

Ah Yuan is a very good cook, and her hangover soup is top-notch. After drinking a small bowl, he felt a bit more sober, and his gaze towards Lu Zhiyuan became even more guilty.

"Can I move? My feet are numb, and my legs are numb too."

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at him: "Are you still going to run away or not?"

The crown prince shook his head: "I'm not running anymore!"

Lu Zhiyuan stood on tiptoe and gently hooked her fingers under his chin: "Look into my eyes when you speak."

The Crown Prince glanced at Zuo Yi, who had appeared in the courtyard at some point, and whispered, "I am, after all, the Crown Prince. A Yuan, give me some face."

"You still remember you're the Crown Prince?" Lu Zhiyuan stood on tiptoe and looked at Zuo Yi: "Didn't you know you were the Crown Prince when you were drinking heavily late at night? Didn't you remember you were the Crown Prince when you were drunk and acting crazy? Did you remember you were the Crown Prince after drinking some hangover soup?"

Zuo Yi quickly turned his back and shouted, "I'm deaf! I didn't hear anything!"

The crown prince gritted his teeth: "Left one!"

"My eyes are also blind, and I cannot take care of Your Highness for the time being." Zuo Yi walked out with unsteady steps: "I will go and find Physician Cui and Physician An to take a look at me."

Lu Zhiyuan made a face at the Crown Prince: "Your Highness, how about we have a chat?"

The Crown Prince nodded, signaling Lu Zhiyuan to remove the silver needles. Even without the needles, the pricking points remained tingly and numb; running was difficult, and even walking was challenging. He looked at Lu Zhiyuan with a helpless expression: "Did you put something on the silver needles?"

“It’s not aimed at my brother, the Crown Prince.” Lu Zhiyuan raised her hand, looking innocent. “You know I have two needle pouches, one for treating illnesses and saving lives, and the other as a self-defense weapon. Since it’s a self-defense weapon, it should have something in it.”

"poison?"

"What do you think, Crown Prince?" Lu Zhiyuan snorted lightly, "It only restricts people's movements, it won't have any impact."

“Even if it’s poison, I’m not afraid. I just…” the prince frowned, “I just find this sour and numb feeling too uncomfortable.”

"Serves you right!" He walked to the dining table with his hands behind his back and tapped the edge of the table. "Eat your food. I'll give you acupuncture after you finish eating."

"Ah Yuan, eat with me." The Crown Prince served Lu Zhiyuan a bowl of porridge, pulled out a chair, and helped her sit down by supporting her shoulders. "If you have anything to say, we can talk after you finish eating."

“Alright, A-Yuan will eat with Crown Prince.”

Lu Zhiyuan stirred the porridge in her bowl with a spoon. "Han Ting has already made arrangements for our return to the capital. Crown Prince and Mother will go first, and A-Yuan will follow."

"Ah Yuan doesn't want to return to the capital with me?" The Crown Prince looked dejected. "It's alright, I can..."

"I still have some things to finish, so I need to take a few days off." Lu Zhiyuan lowered her head and ate her porridge, occasionally putting a small dish into the Crown Prince's bowl. "I plan to open a firearms shop in Ganzhou. Manager Xie is already looking for materials. I trust Manager Xie a lot, but the process of making firearms is quite complicated, and there are some things I need to keep an eye on personally."

"Firearms, the ones you mentioned before?" The prince put down his chopsticks. "I thought they were..."

"Does my Crown Prince brother think I'm indulging in wishful thinking, a delusional fantasy?"

"No, no, I just feel..." The prince, holding his chopsticks, didn't know how to say it: "Ah Yuan, can you really make the firearm you mentioned?"

"You doubt me?" Lu Zhiyuan curled the corners of her lips: "Be careful I don't prick you with another needle."

"No, I didn't... I just..." The prince was sweating profusely, "I never questioned A-Yuan's abilities, I just felt that firearm..."

"Beyond human capabilities?" Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow. Seeing the Crown Prince's discomfiture, she couldn't help but laugh. "Let me show you something. After you see it, you'll know that I'm not talking nonsense, but that I really have the ability to create firearms."

He pulled a stack of blueprints from the bottom of the food box and handed them to him.