The Divine Physician pledged loyalty, the God of War returned? This prince would leave first!

Chu Tianxing, with a dry biscuit stuck to his tongue, swallowed the words that were about to escape his lips.

You can't just say anything in the palace.

You absolutely cannot say anything carelessly in front of this guy.

When Gu Moran saw his expression, her back tensed up.

Is this miracle doctor going to treat me on the spot again?

He lightly tapped his cuff, activating the Eye of Monitoring.

[Target: Chu Tianxing ]

[Identity: Son of Destiny of the Medical Dao ]

[Current hostility level: 0]

[Status: Hungry, Doubtful, Longing]

[Special Assessment: Abnormalities in the host's destiny have been detected]

Gu Moran's eye twitched.

Is your destiny abnormal?

You're just going to see a doctor, why did you have to look at my face and cause an accident?

Another line of text appeared on the panel.

[Target's emotional state update: shock, awe, forced silence]

[Relationship determination in progress...]

Chu Tianxing took the cake out of his mouth and pressed his fingertip against the knot in the medicine packet.

He neither bowed nor addressed the prince.

He simply stepped back half a step behind the pillar.

The system panel lights up again.

[ Chu Tianxing's hostile relationship changes, loyalty value increased to 70]

[Successfully plundered destiny.]

[Reward: One bottle of Beauty-Preserving Pill ]

[ The Heavenly Dao is active again...]

[The newly chosen one Lin Yichen, is on his way back to the capital in triumph!]

Gu Moran almost choked on his own saliva.

Holy crap, another chosen one! The God of War has returned!

Unfortunately, by the time you return, I am already in Yi Prefecture.

Go ahead and chase me down if you dare!

There's even Beauty-Preserving Pill?

I'm still young, and I'll only get more handsome in the future. Do I need this thing?

Never mind, I can give it to my mother, and it can also amuse my wife.

Chu Tianxing lowered his head and took a bite of the pancake, his cheeks twitching slightly.

The two brushed against each other through the dampness of the rain and the smell of medicine.

Uncle Fu was already waiting by the car.

After Gu Moran the car, Uncle Fu lowered the curtain.

The wheels rolled over the palace road.

He tucked the porcelain bottle back into his sleeve and pressed down on the bronze plaque.

A map of the waterways of Yi Prefecture slowly surfaced in my mind.

If anyone tries to stop him, it will be after he leaves the capital.

Not too close, not too far.

Gu Moran closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

This journey is probably even more bustling than the capital city.

Hanzhang Hall, Gu Moli remained seated in her original position.

Noble Consort Chen looked at her. "You agreed too quickly just now."

Gu Moli pushed the teacup away, pretending not to understand.

"Is that what Mother Consort is saying?"

"I'm talking about you." Noble Consort Chen looked at her. " The Eastern Palace is already in chaos enough. Stay away from that mad dog, Xiao Jinghan."

Gu Moli did not refute.

She took out Chen Qinglan's old family letter from her sleeve, and then took out the prison evacuation register.

She unfolded the paper, and several names were circled in red ink.

Jail Officer Wei.

Zhou Yun.

Attendant at the side gate of Hall of Proper Beauty.

There is also the double-post list of Xiao Jinghan's high-prisoner area, which is changed every three days.

Noble Consort Chen lowered her gaze.

" Moli."

Gu Moli looked up, her expression calm.

"Mother, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Noble Consort Chen stared at her.

"You're being sensible. Why are you looking at the change of defense manual?"

Gu Moli closed the booklet.

"Look at people."

Outside the hall, Qingwu entered quietly, bowing her head and awaiting orders.

Gu Moli placed Chen Qinglan's letter under the booklet and tapped the corner of the cover with her fingertip.

" Qingwu, go and do a small favor."

Qingwu replied in a low voice, "Whatever the princess commands."

Gu Moli looked outside the hall; the shadow of the palace wall pressed against the window paper.

"Have someone copy the medical record of the Crown Princess's dressing change in the Eastern Palace and send it to the Imperial Censor's residence."

Qingwu looked up, her breath catching in her throat.

Noble Consort Chen stopped drinking her tea.

Gu Moli added another sentence.

"Don't use anyone from the princess's residence."

The gates of Prince Yi's Residence were bolted shut after noon.

The gatekeeper's hands were still trembling as he hung up the sign that read, "The Prince has been frightened and is recuperating behind closed doors."

There were two groups of spies on the street outside, one sitting at a tea stall and the other squatting at a wonton stall, all peering through the cracks in the gate of the Prince's Mansion.

Uncle Fu stood behind the screen wall, listening to the sound of carriages fading into the distance, before lowering his voice to give the order, "Not to see anyone today. Register those who bring gifts, accept those who deliver invitations, and if anyone inquires about the illness, tell them that Madam Shen is not allowed to be exposed to the wind."

The gatekeeper nodded hurriedly. " Uncle Fu, what if someone from the palace comes?"

Uncle Fu glanced at him.

The doorman's Adam's apple bobbed, and he immediately corrected himself, "I was being nosy."

The inner courtyard was in complete chaos.

Shen Ling'er carried the medicine cup out of the study, then turned back and watched Gu Moran finish drinking half a bowl of medicine before leaving.

The taste of the medicine pressed against the back of his tongue, so bitter that Gu Moran's face turned green.

I've been drinking for the past few days, and then I'm exhausted from working late into the night.

I really did catch a cold.

" Ling'er, my husband can really drink by himself."

Shen Ling'er pushed the medicine cup half an inch closer to him. "You said the same thing last time, and ended up pouring it into the flowerpot. That orchid still hasn't recovered."

Gu Moran looked down at the medicine, his palms sweating.

This little girl holds grudges far too clearly.

Su Yao sat at the side table, the account books stacked three layers high.

She was calculating quickly, and with each calculation, Gu Moran's chest tightened.

"Seventy percent of the cash in the treasury can be taken away; the remaining thirty percent will be tied up in shops in the capital. Estates cannot be sold hastily, or prices will be driven down. Uncollectible debts should be converted into promissory notes. Each household should stamp its own dowry account."

"Your Highness, please don't cough too much. We'll need to prepare an extra carriage for the road. It's a waste of money."

Gu Moran put down the bowl. " Madam Su, do you really need to be so calculating?"

Su Yao turned a page of the account. "If the Prince's mansion is moving, I have to make sure every single detail is accounted for."

Xie Wanqing sat by the window, organizing books.

She categorized the classics, local chronicles, and old official records into neat categories, with the paper tags tucked in very neatly.

" Yi Prefecture is far away, so bring as few books as possible. But local gazetteers, tax records, and old military records are essential."

Lin Qingdai stood with her arms crossed in front of the guard roster, her pen tracing over several names.

"Don't take these guys. They're alright in terms of fighting skills, but they're too talkative. If someone forces them to drink a couple of bowls of wine on the road, they could bankrupt their entire fortune."

Murong Xue came in from outside, her riding whip still hanging on her wrist, and the soles of her boots covered in bits of grass.

"I've had the stables dismantled. They'll take the timber that can be dismantled, and sell the rest to buy bean fodder."

Gu Moran raised her hand and pressed it to her forehead.

"Stop nagging. We'll build you a bigger one when we get there, so your horses can roam freely across the mountains."

Murong Xue plopped down on the threshold. "My horse can't be mistreated."

Liu Ruyan wrote a secret command behind the screen without saying a word.

Gu Moran watched as the people in the room went about their own business, and the pressure in her chest eased a little.

Just then, a burst of shouts and curses came from the outer courtyard.

Whose manure cart is driving towards the Prince's mansion gate? Are they blind?

"Don't come any closer! Take one more step and I'll splash you with water!"

Gu Moran stopped.

Lin Qingdai's expression changed first.

Uncle Fu had already come in from outside, his steps quicker than usual.

"Your Highness, a manure cart has arrived at the back gate."

Su Yao looked up. "A manure cart?"

Murong Xue pinched her nose. "People still send this at this time? The etiquette in the capital is truly eye-opening."

Uncle Fu ignored her and lowered his voice. "The ruts are old, the driver is wearing an old coat, and he's hunchbacked. He's been following the route from the back gate of the Grand Commandant's Residence."

Lin Qingdai's neck tensed slightly.

Gu Moran put down the medicine cup and glanced out the window before getting up.

The sign "No Visitors Allowed" has already been posted. If the manure cart is left blocking the back door for too long, spies outside will soon be drawn by the smell.

" Uncle Fu, take some men over there. Don't disturb the front gate."

Lin Qingdai slammed the roster on the table. "I'll go."

Gu Moran reached out to stop her. "You can't go. The Grand Commandant's Residence's people are delivering something; if you show your face, people outside will start talking."

Lin Qingdai's jaw tightened. "That was sent by my father."

"Precisely because it was sent by your father-in-law, you absolutely cannot go." Gu Moran looked at her. "Let Uncle Fu go; if it stinks, it'll be him who stinks."

Uncle Fu's eyelids twitched. "Your Highness, this old servant isn't deaf yet."

Gu Moran patted his shoulder. "You've worked hard."

The smell had already permeated the alleyway from the back door.

The two soldiers covered their noses with their sleeves, their faces pale. The coachman hunched over, his old coat stained with mud, and the cart was covered with rotten straw, from which a stench seeped out.

The guards shouted, "Get out of here! The Prince's mansion is closed today!"

As Uncle Fu approached, his nose felt sore from the strong odor.

He glanced at the wheel; the right rim was missing half a metal rim, making it the old car behind the west wall of the Grand Commandant's Residence.

"Open the door."

The guard's eyes widened. " Uncle Fu, this..."

"Open."