They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Wu Ziyan subconsciously came to his senses, realizing that he had blurted out his innermost thoughts. Moreover, Chu Yu's words also raised a problem: for a man to become a general is a serious crime.

Wu Ziyan turned to look at Physician Han, who drank a cup of wine: "I've already retired, and besides, I won't leak any secrets, so don't worry."

The implication is that she is his elder sister's person, which explains why he didn't invite any of the many imperial physicians when he returned to the palace, but instead specifically asked for her, a retired one.

After drinking a little wine, his mind started working quickly. They could switch the prince with a cat before, why not put on another show now? He then shook his head at Physician Han, indicating that she didn't mean it that way, and said, "I do have an idea, but I don't know if it's feasible."

The second son, Situ Chuling, asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Wu Ziyan waved his hand again and said, "Forget it, it's not feasible. The Empress isn't that easy to fool."

The Korean physician seemed to have guessed her thoughts, and frowned: "Do you want the general to fake his death?"

Wu Ziyan nodded, and everyone was taken aback but shook their heads and continued drinking. While drinking, Wu Ziyan recalled the boy lying on the bed.

He couldn't quite recall what she looked like, but looking at Chu Yu, he remembered something else: a weathered face, handsome and spirited, not bad at all.

At this moment, she remembered some things she needed to do. Sima Lingchuan and Mo Baiyun were still waiting for her in the restaurant. She suddenly stood up and handed a stack of papers to Physician Han: "I'll stop here in a hurry today. I suddenly remembered that I have some things to do. I'll take my leave now and visit again tomorrow. Elder sister, everyone."

She also followed the example of the others by clasping her hands in greeting. She came and went in a hurry, just like a gust of wind. Chu Feng sighed, "This Fourth Princess is not like the rumors. She is quite interesting."

"My fourth sister has indeed changed a lot. Never mind her, come on, drink! I'll figure out a way to deal with Chu Qiu's matter." Although she was worried, there was no use worrying now.

"Thank you, General." Although their voices carried a hint of bitterness, remembering that Physician Han had said everything was fine, they toasted each other, laughing heartily, feeling extremely pleased.

Wu Ziyan arrived at the restaurant on horseback. By then, she felt like her bottom was about to be shaken raw. Sima Lingchuan and Mo Baiyun were sitting in a private room. She was getting a little bored when Mo Baiyun stared at Sima Lingchuan and asked, "Master, this ebony hairpin, I've seen you wear it for many years."

"Ziyan probably doesn't even remember. This was a gift she gave me when she was still studying in the palace as a disciple. She made it herself from a small ebony stick. I modified it later and have been wearing it ever since." She seemed to be recalling something very sweet.

"This master, he always liked to mess with people when he was little," Mo Baiyun complained.

At that moment, Wu Ziyan pushed open the door, still smelling faintly of alcohol: "What are you two talking about? Are you talking badly about me behind my back? Hmm? Especially you, Xiao Yun'er!"

Mo Baiyun shook his head, and Sima Lingchuan also shook his head. Wu Ziyan sat down by herself, took a sip of water, and her expression suddenly changed. Her gentle words caught everyone off guard: "Something unexpected happened on the way, so I had to go to my eldest sister's residence. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

“Yes, my husband and I are both hungry. I said I wanted to eat, but he insisted on waiting for you.” Mo Baiyun stared at Wu Ziyan’s slightly flushed face, swallowed hard, and then turned her face away from looking at her.

"Let's eat now, waiter, bring up the best food and wine," she called to the waiter who was still waiting outside the door.

Sima Lingchuan held her hand, his eyes full of tenderness: "Ziyan, is there anything going on with the general? And why spend money outside? It's the same to eat at home."

Mo Baiyun started playing the victim again: "But husband, we haven't eaten much all day, I'm so hungry." Mo Baiyun actually wanted to ask about Wu Ziyan, but thought that since she had returned, she must be alright.

Sima Lingchuan was about to speak when Wu Ziyan pointed to what seemed like a random selection of dishes, but were actually some of Sima Lingchuan and Mo Baiyun's favorites. Then she turned and tapped Sima Lingchuan's nose: "You only know how to spoil Xiaoyun!"

Half a month passed, and Baixiang Pavilion remained closed. However, the products of Baixiang Pavilion were circulating in the back palace. Wu Ziyan also began to develop some new products, such as soap, scented laundry detergent, and other toiletries.

That day, Changsun Bozong and Changsun Boyou had a long argument at home. Finally, out of desperation, Changsun Boyou was sent to Wu Ziyan's side: "Fourth sister, my brother is an expert in studying makeup and attire. He can definitely help you."

"Big brother, did Big Sister ask you to come and get a bigger share of the money?" Wu Ziyan joked.

But Changsun Boyu, with his arms crossed, said, "If we're going to divide the money, it should be to me."

Wu Ziyan laughed heartily and carefully examined the man: "I apologize for what happened last time, but if you want money from me, you'll have to be capable of getting it."

Changsun Boyu did not reply, but instead looked around the courtyard, observing many novel things he had never seen before, and quickly became engrossed in them.

After all, he was thinking that even if he wasn't good-looking, he should still have skills so that he wouldn't have to rely on his parents in the future.

On the other side, Situ Chuqiu also survived the crisis and was able to get out of bed and walk. He heard that Wu Ziyan had saved him and he was very grateful, but because he was a man, he could not visit to express his gratitude.

Wu Ziyan had dealt with many things, but why hadn't the person she was thinking of shown up to find her yet? Could it be that not enough time had passed? No, the enemy was already at point-blank range, and he hadn't even reacted? Weren't businessmen supposed to be shrewd?

Early that morning, Mo Baiyun drove the carriage with Wu Ziyan to the General's Mansion. It was quite a sudden turn of events. Situ Chuqiu's poisonous blood had not been completely removed, and everyone was wondering if Wu Ziyan had any antidote. Coincidentally, she did.