Arriving at Fengchao Mansion, near Jun Kuang’s courtyard.
Bai Zhi’er heard his violent coughing.
Pushing the door open, Jun Kuang was lying on the bed, actually still reading a book.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er co in, Jun Kuang was initially stunned.
Then his delicate face blossod into a polite and gentle smile.
"Why has the Princess co? Have a seat." After speaking, he coughed a few more tis.
Bai Zhi’er looked at his sickly appearance, thinking he looked a bit haggard.
She frowned and said, "They don’t get it, but you do, don’t you? Your health isn’t good to begin with, and being ill, you’re still delaying seeing a doctor!"
Jun Kuang smiled slowly, "It’s an old ailnt, nothing much; it’ll pass in a bit, sorry for worrying the Princess."
At this mont, the doctor invited by the scholar entered, and Bai Zhi’er imdiately asked the doctor to check the pulse.
After a while, the doctor spoke, "It’s a cold cough; I’ll prescribe so dicine, to be taken three tis a day, simred and ingested."
Bai Zhi’er nodded.
Jun Kuang was sowhat unwilling, "Three tis a day? It’s too ti-consuming."
The doctor hesitated, looking at Bai Zhi’er, knowing she was the one who could make decisions.
Bai Zhi’er glared with her beautiful eyes, "Uncle Doctor, go ahead and prescribe the dicine; don’t listen to his nonsense."
After the doctor left, she looked at Jun Kuang, "You’re in Wen Mansion every day, simring dicine won’t delay your ti; why not?"
Jun Kuang said, "These days I need to help the scholars check their assignnts, and I’ve brought in a batch of child students who require to personally teach for a month."
"For ordinary dicine preparation, it takes an hour; compared to the preciousness of ti, my health is really nothing."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er furrowed her dark brows.
"You really are muddled; if health is unimportant, how can you teach more students?"
"It’s just about the dicine preparation, hmm..."
She turned her eyes, pondering.
During this ti, Jun Kuang quietly watched her.
He scrutinized Bai Zhi’er’s face, his gaze harboring an unknown complexity.
As if recalling sothing.
"Got it!" Bai Zhi’er’s eyes lit up, "My big brother understands dicine; let go back and find him, let him turn the dicinal decoction into pills."
"This way, you can take it with water every day, without worrying about wasting ti on simring dicine!"
"And currently Scholar Chang and ng Shusheng have fewer classes; I’ll have them take turns looking after you."
After Bai Zhi’er spoke, Jun Kuang was stunned; he instinctively wanted to refuse politely.
However, once Bai Zhi’er made a decision, no one could change her mind.
"Don’t be polite, take care and recover early, so you can help better manage Wen Mansion."
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly; she didn’t sit long before leaving.
After she left, Jun Kuang’s expression turned profoundly cold and sharp.
Looking at the corridor where light and shadows interweave, he murmured, "Sothing’s off..."
Everything was different.
In his dream, after the Princess knew he was sick, she proactively suggested taking him to the palace and had people watch him take dicine and treat his illness.
Why is the Princess handling it this way now?
Originally, this incident was ant to directly decide his relationship with the Princess.
In the dream, it was this opportunity that made the Princess notice him and include him as the Prince Consort.
But later, the Princess planned and made him a pawn in the power struggle.
But now the progression of events was completely different from the dream.
Bai Zhi’er and the Princess in his dream looked different; they were not the sa person!
Moreover, although they encountered the sa situation, their ways of handling it were entirely different!
Jun Kuang fell into deep thought.
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