After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Chu Yanchen is really addicted to acting!

Song Mingli laughed secretly. How could it be obtained by exchanging his dignity?

If he cared, he wouldn't have spread such rumors in the first place!

Besides, whether he can do it or not... Her still sore waist knows it best.

Song Mingli rolled his eyes at him, "After all, it was awarded by the Empress, and we've both given each other a way out, so just back off. If you make such a fuss, will the prince and the crown prince still be able to meet?"

Chu Yanchen snorted heavily, "You are the only one who can persuade me. If someone else persuades me, I will twist his head off!"

Ling Feng, who was just about to reach the door, stopped.

He originally had something to report, but now, he suddenly felt that his own affairs were not so urgent...

I'd better report back later!

He immediately retracted his foot and looked back at Molan and Nanxing who were following him.

He stepped aside and said, "You go in first."

Molan glanced at him and said nothing.

Song Mingli saw them, "Molan, Nanxing, you've come at the right time. Nanxing, come and see, these herbs were given by the Empress, they are top-grade in the palace."

When Nan Xing heard that there were medicinal herbs, her eyes suddenly lit up and she jumped to Song Mingli's side.

"Tsk tsk, a 500-year-old ginseng. Look at its beautiful roots. This ginseng is here to repay a favor! If it hadn't been dug out, it would have become a spirit!"

"Oh, this Lingzhi is so precious!"

"So many tonic medicines——"

Nan Xing suddenly understood what he meant. She quickly turned around and looked Chu Yanchen up and down.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Nanxing is not talented, but I will definitely take care of your body for the happiness of my young lady!"

Her tone was solemn, her eyes were firm, and she looked so confident... It made Chu Yanchen want to beat her up.

Chu Yanchen's mouth twitched, "Very! Good!"

"Yes!" Nanxing nodded heavily, "Don't worry, my medical skills are improving day by day. I have studied Xiongfeng Pills, Yiqi Jianyao Pills, Yanggan Bu Shen Pills..."

"Shut up!" Chu Yanchen gritted his teeth.

Molan in the room and Lingfeng at the door almost buried their faces in their chests.

Nanxing really doesn’t know how to write the word “death”!

Didn’t you see Prince Jing’s expression? He wanted to kill someone?

Song Mingli reached out and grabbed Chu Yanchen's sleeve, and nodded to Nanxing, "Take all these herbs, go back and study them carefully, and don't let me and the prince down."

"Don't worry, young lady!" Nanxing patted her chest and promised, "I'll take care of it."

Nanxing happily took away all the herbs.

She couldn't lift it by herself, so Molan had to come forward to help.

Seeing this, Ling Feng thought…this won’t do!

Judging from the prince's expression, if he stayed, he would definitely be taken away by the prince to be a sparring partner.

"I'll help you get it too!" Ling Feng snatched more than half of the box from Molan's hands and slipped away beside the two of them.

Molan rolled her eyes at him fiercely...Who are you looking down on? She can get it herself.

Chu Yanchen snorted heavily.

Song Mingli found it funny. It was all his own fault, so why was he so angry now?

"This is good news," Song Mingli said, "Wait until Nanxing makes the medicine..."

"Do you think I need it?" Chu Yanchen looked at her dangerously.

If she hesitated for even a second, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Song Mingli whispered, "Your Highness can give it to someone else. When your Highness is better in the future, it will be reasonable, right?"

Chu Yanchen was slightly stunned, then nodded.

At dusk, Jingyou was sent back by the palace guards.

His voice became a little hoarse from reading so much.

Nanxing quickly cooked some throat-soothing drink for children.

"I'll prepare some candies for the prince to soothe his throat and moisten his throat in a moment. You can drink it first." Nanxing said with concern.

After being with Song Mingli for a long time, Nanxing couldn't help but regard the health of Song Mingli and her loved ones as her top priority.

When she saw that they were feeling unwell, she could not help but become excited, and all kinds of exquisite prescriptions would involuntarily emerge in her mind.

Chu Yanchen touched Jingyou's head distressedly, "If you are tired of reading, just stop reading. Why did you make your voice hoarse?"

Chu Yanchen looked a little unhappy.

He secretly blamed his father in his heart.

You said you felt sorry for Jingyou, but didn't you hear that Jingyou's voice was hoarse and you still asked him to read?

The same goes for dad. It’s not like his eyes are really blurry and he can’t see clearly!

Jingyou said excitedly, "Grandfather Huang has a lot of books! Many of them are rare books! I took the opportunity to read those books for Grandfather Huang!"

"If I hadn't read to my grandfather, how would I have had the opportunity to see so many good books?"

"Later, my grandfather got tired of listening to me and refused to let me read anymore. But I have a solution!"

Chu Yanchen and Song Mingli looked at each other, then frowned at him, "What do you have in mind?"

Jingyou's eyes were bright and he was quite proud. "I used a clear voice and a relatively fast speaking speed to read to my grandfather so hard that he couldn't fall asleep. Now I can continue reading to him!"

Chu Yanchen: ...

I'm sorry, father, I have wronged you.

Song Mingli didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then have you ever thought that if your grandfather has heard enough of you once, he won't let you study next time?"

Jingyou blinked his eyes, his face very calm, "Alas, such an opportunity is hard to come by, how can I stay there to study forever?"

"Even if the Royal Grandfather is willing, I think the other princes and grandchildren would not be happy, right?"

"Although my grandfather likes me, as an emperor, his more important responsibility is to make decisions. Even his own preferences must be weighed before they can be expressed."

"In fact, emperors, especially those who want to be wise rulers, don't have it as easy as outsiders think."

Jingyou's face still has the innocence and childishness of a child.

But his words sounded calmer and more mature than before.

Song Mingli was a little stunned. Was this his own idea or did the emperor tell him?

Chu Yanchen frowned and asked, "What books have you read for His Majesty?"

Jingyou chuckled and asked the servant outside the door to bring a brocade box.

He answered the question irrelevantly, "Look, this is the reward my grandfather gave me!"

Seeing that he was unwilling to elaborate, the couple did not press him.

After all, the emperor is not senile yet. He must know which books Jingyou can read and which he cannot.

Chu Yanchen opened the exquisite brocade box. "Oh, it's Xuancheng Zihao, and it's pure purple!"

"This is made from a tuft of hair from the back of a hare's neck in the autumn on the Xuancheng Mountains. We picked out the best, pointed hair."

"This wild rabbit eats fresh bamboo and drinks mountain spring water. It is plump and has sharp fur. Its pure purple color is even rarer."

Jingyou nodded repeatedly, shaking his head and saying, "There is an ancient poem that says, 'Every year when Xuancheng receives pens, the price of purple hair is as precious as gold.'"

"Eunuch He said that this is a tribute for the emperor, and only civil officials who have made contributions can receive this reward."

Chu Yanchen patted his son's head and said, "You read for an afternoon and got such a reward. You really deserve it."

Song Mingli was secretly amazed. No wonder she had never seen a purple-hair brush of such excellent quality.

The best purple-hair brushes available on the market are all of the three- and four-flower variety, and their prices are extremely expensive.

That kind of two-flowered purple hair is basically monopolized by wealthy families and is not available in the market.

I have never seen such pure purple before.

Chu Yanchen smiled and said, "Since the emperor has given you a reward, you can use it to write. Father also likes to study calligraphy."

When Song Mingli heard this, she was immediately shocked. She hurriedly reminded him, "This pen can only be used at home, and it must not be used in school."