To divorce his wife, the top scholar preferred being cuckolded to wearing a red hat.

Hearing that the surgery went smoothly, Ye Wushuang looked at Su Mingyue with admiration.

“I knew it. There must have been a reason for you running away from home back then. Were you afraid that your father would not let you go out to study medicine, so you ran away from home? After ten years of not returning, you came back with medical skills that amazed the world. Mingyue, as your childhood playmate, I now deeply feel the gap between us.”

When Su Mingyue sent him the medicine back then, he thought she had met some kind of expert, which was why she sent him the medicine.

Unexpectedly, she herself was a master.

A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation.

A year has passed since they parted ways. The other person is no longer the little kid who used to bicker with him and sneak out together.

"Come on." Su Mingyue glanced at him. "Did you receive an invitation to the banquet at the Prince Zhan's mansion tomorrow night?"

"How could I have forgotten about that? I came here today specifically to ask you about this. Are you and the War King truly engaged now?"

"What, do you think that a female doctor like me is not good enough for a member of the royal family, that I'm climbing too high?"

"Of course not. In my heart, you deserve anyone. It's just that I've heard that the War King is difficult to get along with, cold-hearted, and ruthless..."

“Young Master Ye, I don’t think I have offended you. Why do you have to slander me like this in front of my fiancée?”

Ye Wushuang was about to say something when a sudden male voice almost made him jump up.

Indeed, never speak ill of others behind their backs, or you will be arrested.

He had barely uttered that one sentence when the real person heard it.

I didn't check the almanac before going out today; it's an unlucky day.

He touched his nose, turned around, and wore a jade hair crown. The simple patterns embroidered on the light gray collar added a touch of peace to his aloof temperament.

"Your Highness." Ye Wushuang, caught red-handed, greeted him in a much softer voice.

Xiao Zhan snorted coldly: "While I'm away, you're already badmouthing me to my fiancée. Ye Wushuang, what are you trying to do? Are you jealous that Mingyue agreed to marry me and trying to steal her away?"

“Mingyue and I have been friends since childhood, Your Highness. What are you thinking? It’s just that it’s true that Your Highness is not interested in women, and as Mingyue’s good friend, I have to remind you.” Ye Wushuang straightened her back in no time.

What is he afraid of?

So what if the other party is the War King? He's still Mingyue's good friend. If the War King dares to be rude to me, I'll tell Mingyue not to marry him.

He's a cold-hearted guy. If Mingyue marries him, she'll suffer every day facing his icy face.

"Why are you here?" Su Mingyue stepped forward and separated the two.

"I've come to see you. Have you taken care of the patients? I've ordered a table full of refreshments from across the street. Do you have time to come and sit down?"

"I am indeed a little hungry." Performing surgery is extremely mentally taxing, and although she hadn't felt hungry just now, Su Mingyue realized she was actually quite hungry after the other person mentioned it.

"Then let's go over there."

Su Mingyue turned around and said a few words to Old Qian, then followed Xiao Zhan out.

Ye Wushuang followed behind.

Xiao Zhan turned to look at him: "Young Master Ye, I invited my fiancée for some snacks, but I didn't say I was inviting you. What are you doing here?"

“Your Highness, I know you are a very magnanimous person. You certainly won’t take those words to heart, right? They’re just some snacks, so you certainly won’t hold it against me. If it really comes to it, this meal is on me.”

"Then remember to pay later." Xiao Zhan was not polite at all.

Ye Wushuang: ...

No, wasn't it said that the War King was cold and ruthless, and that strangers should stay away? No one told him that the War King was still this kind of person.

He just said it casually.

He gave his subordinate a wink: "Go pay the bill quickly."

"Your Highness, I will definitely attend the banquet tomorrow." Ye Wushuang said as soon as he sat down, "Mingyue is my good friend. He and you have gotten married, so of course I have to come and congratulate him."

"Rumors are circulating that Young Master Ye has contracted a strange illness, is extremely weak, and collapses after just a few steps, only to live a few more years. But Young Master Ye doesn't seem ill at all, judging from his current spirit. Could it be that the rumors are false, and Young Master Ye is deceiving everyone?"

"It's true that I was sick, and it's also true that I recovered. If it weren't for having a friend who knows medicine, I would have died a few years ago. At that time, my condition was even more serious than that woman's. Doctors and great physicians alike predicted that I wouldn't live past that winter. That winter, Mingyue sent me a lot of medicine. I didn't think much about it at the time, but I thought that Mingyue had gone to great lengths to get the medicine, so I couldn't waste it and took it all at once."

"Guess what? My illness is cured, and I'm perfectly fine now." Ye Wushuang's tone was somewhat smug.

His condition was indeed bad back then, and the doctor said the outlook was not optimistic. He himself was about to give up on himself, and at that time he didn't have much hope for the medicine that Mingyue sent back.

After all, if even the imperial physicians couldn't cure the illness, what could Mingyue possibly do?

He did take the medicine with the intention of not wasting it, and as a result, his health improved. The growths on his body gradually shrank and eventually disappeared.

The doctors and imperial physicians who had predicted that his illness was incurable and that he would not live long were dumbfounded.

"I remember there was a rumor before the New Year that the third young master of the Ye family had contracted a strange illness that had not improved."

"That was the previous statement. I have never paid attention to these rumors. Let them say what they want."

Ignoring their bickering, Su Mingyue, feeling a bit hungry, began to eat the snacks on the table.

The War King watched her eat, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Young Master Ye shouldn't have been too busy yesterday, right?"

"I'll come earlier tomorrow, don't worry."

"If you have time, I would like to trouble Young Master Ye to come and help me with something as soon as possible."

Ye Wushuang had a bad feeling: "Your Highness, is something the matter?"

"It's been a long time since I've hosted a banquet at my residence. There will definitely be a lot to do at tomorrow's banquet. If you're free tomorrow, you can come over early to help out."

"Ah?" Ye Wushuang was about to refuse, but when she met the prince's eyes, her refusal turned into a nod of agreement: "Okay, I will definitely arrive early tomorrow and help out as if I were my own home."

"Are you done arguing?" Su Mingyue put down her chopsticks. "I'm full. Aren't you going to eat?"

"We didn't argue," they both said in unison. "We were just having a reconciliation session."

"Then you two continue your conversation." Su Mingyue looked out the window.

The streets were bustling with people, a lively and vibrant scene.

An argument could be heard coming from a carpentry shop not far away.

An old woman was throwing her weight around inside: "The work you did at my house last time was terrible. My new daughter-in-law came to visit and didn't like a single piece of furniture. I'm returning these pieces of furniture to you, but you should not only refund my money but also compensate us."

Of course, Qian Shi wouldn't just throw away the unwanted furniture that Su Ziyu had replaced.

She should ask whoever helped her place the order to return the goods and get compensation.