Fourth Prince, Your Handsomeness Is Killing Me!

As Madam Song spoke, she had already brought Madam Wang over.

Madam Wang was clearly uncomfortable, and her maid was massaging her temples with her fingers.

"May I ask who taught you, Nannan, and what school of medicine you studied?"

Madam Wang's headaches were a longstanding ailment.

Her husband was the General of Establishing Might, and all the men in her family guarded the frontier. As a woman of the household, Madam Wang remained in the Capital City, where the Chief Physician of the Imperial Medical Academy had always treated her.

After all these years, her headaches had not eased but grown worse. Whenever they struck, she could not sleep at night. When the pain became severe, she even felt nauseated, and each episode kept her from resting properly for several days.

Since even the Chief Physician of the Imperial Medical Academy could not cure her, Madam Wang had placed no hopes in a girl who had only just turned ten. She simply did not want to slight Madam Song.

Her headache was making her uncomfortable, and her question was perfunctory. "What medical books do you usually read?"

Jian Ruonan's answer was equally perfunctory. "Lately, I've been reading Hua Tuo's Lost Secret Prescriptions and Zhang Zhongjing's Medical Cases."

Madam Wang: !!

Madam Song: ??

Jian Ruonan had made up those two titles off the top of her head. She had not expected Madam Wang's pupils to widen in shock upon hearing them.

Hua Tuo was a legendary physician. He was said to have written the Green Satchel Book, but it had never been passed down. If Hua Tuo's Lost Secret Prescriptions truly was his work, it would be no less precious than a national treasure.

Later generations had honored Zhang Zhongjing as the Sage of Medicine, yet only his Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases had survived. If these two books truly were unique surviving copies, they could have a profound influence on the medical arts of their age.

"Who is your teacher?" Madam Wang asked, growing excited.

Jian Ruonan smiled shyly. "I'm sorry. My teacher won't let me reveal that."

Madam Wang: !!

Min: !!!!

Could her teacher be a reclusive divine physician?

[Actually, I just can't be bothered to make one up.]

Min: "..."

Madam Wang had asked casually, never expecting to uncover something so extraordinary. Now she earnestly took Jian Ruonan's hand and asked her to examine her.

Jian Ruonan knew Madam Wang was a general's wife. Her husband defended their homeland at the frontier and could rightfully be called a pillar of the nation, so she wanted to help that pillar's wife.

She happened to have drawn a box of ibuprofen, so she simply took out a capsule.

It was a red capsule, something no one present had ever seen before.

Madam Wang asked, "What medicine is this?"

Jian Ruonan replied, "My divine physician teacher's secret prescription. Your headache should ease within an hour of taking it."

Min: ?!

Hadn't she said she couldn't be bothered to make anything up?

She actually had medicine?!

Jian Xilu's eyes widened too.

This little sister of hers was so mysterious!

Madam Song, however, voiced serious doubts.

Even the Chief Physician of the Imperial Medical Academy had to take a pulse, write a prescription, select the herbs, and brew them. This little girl had only asked a couple of questions. Without even writing a prescription, she had produced medicine on the spot.

Could such a tiny pill really treat a stubborn ailment?

Was she some wandering charlatan?

It was not just Madam Song. All the ladies in the reception hall had been stirred up.

Some urged Madam Wang not to take it-what if something went wrong? Others encouraged her to try it. Such a tiny pill probably could not cause any serious problems.

The dispute in the reception hall even drew the attention of the duke and the Fourth Prince.

The Fourth Prince came over in his wheelchair and spotted Jian Ruonan at once:

She was a little slip of a girl whose features had yet to mature. Although he could tell she would grow into a great beauty, she was currently skinny, as though she never got enough to eat.

Jian Ruonan also looked toward the person she needed to win over-the Fourth Prince, Dantai Mo.

Dantai Mo had strikingly handsome features, his beauty as radiant as a jade tree standing in the breeze.

From her very first glimpse of Dantai Mo, Jian Ruonan developed an intense interest in him.

[Who knew there could be a guy so devastatingly handsome? Ah, Fourth Prince, your handsomeness is killing me!!!]

[How is he this gorgeous? And that's his completely bare face!!]

[My dream dish! My absolute dream dish!!]

[Win him over. I have to win him over!!]

The system wept with joy. Heaven above, its host had finally seen the light. Getting here had been so hard.

The system: [After waiting so long, this day has finally come...]

Min: "..."

She knew her youngest daughter had a lively inner world, but wasn't this a little too wild?

Why did she want the Fourth Prince to kill her?

That would never do. Even if the Fourth Prince was handsome, she must not entertain such thoughts.

The system: [Nan Nan, your drool. Mind your drool. Also, rein in that smile. Watch your manners in front of a prince.]

Jian Ruonan immediately sat up straight, her legs together and her hands resting on them. Her little face was as fair as the moon, her manner obedient and quiet, like a young fawn.

Innocent, guileless, and adorable.

Inside: [Let me lick! Hah, hah~~]

Min: "..."

She wanted to lick him too?

Was her youngest daughter's true self really this utterly unrestrained?!

The system: [Nannan, I've finally lived to see you come to your senses!! Don't worry, Nannan. I'll do everything in my power to help you win over the Fourth Prince.]

The more Jian Ruonan looked at Dantai Mo, the more she liked him. She lowered her eyes and gave a gentle smile, looking a little shy and reserved.

Inside: [I want to have his little monkeys!]

Min: "..."

??

Monkeys? Children?

What a strange way to say it!!

Jian the Slacker had not even planned to marry, let alone have children. Clearly, the Fourth Prince's looks had struck her straight in the heart. The system trembled all over with excitement.

The Fourth Prince's face truly looked flawless from every angle. In the modern entertainment industry, he would undoubtedly have been a top-tier star.

After sneaking admiring glances at the Fourth Prince's face for a while, Jian Ruonan asked, [Why is the Fourth Prince in a wheelchair? Did he sprain his ankle?]

The system: [Let me check.]

Two minutes later, the system said in confusion, [Huh? What's going on? Why can't I see any gossip about the Fourth Prince?!]

After some thought, the system said, [Oh, I know. It must be because the Fourth Prince is the target you're supposed to win over, so I can't dig up his gossip.]

Jian Ruonan: Useless.

How was she supposed to win him over if she could not gather crucial information?!

This useless system always dropped the ball at the critical moment.

Some ladies nearby were whispering, and Jian Ruonan caught a little of their conversation. It turned out that the Fourth Prince had fallen from a horse and become paralyzed, losing all sensation in his lower limbs.

That meant the Fourth Prince was nothing but a decorative vase.

Pretty, but unusable.

No little monkeys.

Upon learning the truth, Jian Ruonan's enthusiasm for winning him over instantly dropped from one hundred percent to just twenty percent.

That remaining twenty percent was essentially pity points.

[No feeling in his lower body? Doesn't that mean he can't beep-(censored)? What a shame!]

[Suddenly, I don't want to lick him anymore.]

[All that effort for nothing!]

Though beauty had dazzled Jian "Slacker" Ruonan, she kept a clear head at the crucial moment and decisively abandoned her plan to win him over.

The system: [...] What effort did you even make? Huh?

Stuck with a host like this, who could it possibly turn to for justice?