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After returning to the estate, Qin Ke entered the study alone and took the prescription from a brocade box.

The prescription was not merely a prescription. It clearly explained how it was to be used, exceedingly blunt and straightforward. The moment Qin Ke set eyes on it, a blazing heat surged up in his belly.

Yet since it concerned Rong Xi, he had no choice but to study it carefully.

After reading it through once, he took out paper and brush and copied down the prescription. Then he hid the secret formula in the brocade box and stored it safely away.

At dawn the next day, Qin Ke jolted awake from a dream. Once he came to himself, he held his forehead and gave a bitter laugh, unable to sleep again.

After cleaning himself up, he quietly went to the training grounds to practice his saber techniques. After a full hour, sweat drenched his body, and the fire in him gradually subsided.

When he finished bathing, breakfast had just been laid out. Rong Xi and Chen Chuangu were already waiting at the table.

The moment he entered the dining hall, Chen Chuangu spotted that something was amiss.

As a physician, Chen Chuangu could easily tell when someone's inner fire was running too high. Sneaking another glance at Rong Xi, he could not help gloating at Qin Ke's misfortune.

Rong Dalang was calm and composed, refreshed in body and spirit. Compared to him, Qin Ke looked rather painfully unsatisfied.

He truly was a little pitiful.

After breakfast, Rong Xi asked Qin Ke, "Should those Glass vessels be sent to the Marquis's Estate, as a gift of filial respect for Her Highness?"

On the day of Madam Rong Zhou's court hearing, the two had remained at the Glass Workshop for so long