Chapter 158 Imperial Physician Zhu Visits

He didn't dare kiss her for too long, afraid of waking Ji Yuntang.

Just watching her sleep seemed nice, too.

Asleep, Ji Yuntang lost some of her cold severity and gained a touch of playful charm.

Luo Junhe had heard Ji Yuntang mention before that she had a black patch the size of a palm on her left cheek, which led to her being called ugly wherever she went.

Even after returning to the Yongning Marquis Manor, her own relatives stared at her with strange eyes, as if she were something dirty and shameful.

Thinking of this, a pang of sympathy rose in Luo Junhe's heart for the girl.

Who wouldn't want a good appearance? But many things were simply beyond their control.

How much hardship must Ji Yuntang have endured to become so strong and clear-headed?

Luo Junhe did not close his eyes all night, nor could he bear to close them. He simply watched Ji Yuntang for the entire night.

Only when dawn was about to break did he shut his eyes for a brief nap.

When Ji Yuntang woke up, she was startled by the handsome face that was suddenly so close.

After coming to her senses, she remembered that she had not gone back last night but had slept in Luo Junhe's place.

At that moment, she was held in the man's embrace, his chest warm, their faces close, breaths mingling.

Ji Yuntang was slightly dazed—her A He, even in sleep, looked so beautiful.

But for some reason, there were faint dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.

Just then, Luo Junhe opened his eyes, and Ji Yuntang instantly met his deep, tender peach blossom eyes.

The man smiled at her, and she smiled back. “Good morning, A He.”

“Good morning, A Tang.”

After exchanging greetings, Ji Yuntang pressed her lips together and asked a bit awkwardly.

“A He, did I press on you last night? Is that why you didn't sleep well?”

“I told you I toss and turn in my sleep—why didn't you wake me if I lay on you?”

She thought she had been the one to press on Luo Junhe, causing his dark circles, and felt a twinge of guilt.

Luo Junhe's thin lips curled slightly. He reached out to stroke the girl's soft hair, his voice exceptionally gentle.

“A Tang's sleeping posture is fine. You didn't press on me. It's my own problem—has nothing to do with you.”

“Maybe because I stayed in bed all day, I simply wasn't sleepy at night. Don't worry.”

Ji Yuntang met his eyes, feeling her heart race. She calmed her fluttering heart and said, “Then you sleep a little longer. I'll go see if Tao Zhi and Hong Xiu have breakfast ready.”

With that, she immediately scrambled up.

Luo Junhe watched the girl's hurrying away and let out a soft laugh. His fingers brushed the spot where Ji Yuntang had just lain—still warm, the blanket still held her scent.

Luo Junhe smiled contentedly.

It seemed this was fine between them, too.

Tao Zhi saw Ji Yuntang run out of Luo Junhe's room, her porcelain-white face tinged with a light blush, and was pleasantly surprised.

Could it be that the princess had slept in Prince Ye's room last night?

If they shared a bed, might the prince's residence soon have a young heir and a little princess?

Ji Yuntang turned around and saw Tao Zhi grinning suggestively.

She flicked the girl's forehead. “What are you smiling about so early in the morning? Is breakfast ready? The prince still needs to eat!”

Tao Zhi snapped out of it, rubbed her forehead, and kept giggling.

“Yes, yes! Hong Xiu and I will get it right away.”

After breakfast, Ji Yuntang planned to check how the Evening Makeup Tower was doing, but an unexpected guest arrived at the door.

It was Imperial Physician Zhu, sent by Consort Li.

Wearing the official robe of the Imperial Hospital, his hair fixed with a silver crown and combed immaculately, Zhu ignored the servants at the gate and strode in arrogantly, exuding contempt for the Prince Ye Manor.

His first words upon entering were to question the servants: “Where is your princess? I, an imperial physician, have arrived—why hasn't she come out to greet me?”

Consort Li had intended for Zhu to treat Luo Junhe without Ji Yuntang's presence, to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

But Zhu thought otherwise—he came today to provoke Ji Yuntang and humiliate her!

He was well aware that Ji Yuntang had cured several difficult cases in the medical competition a few days ago, shooting to fame in the Dongchen Kingdom.

The people called her “Miraculous Doctor,” and her fame even surpassed his, the best physician in the Imperial Hospital.

This made Zhu seethe with resentment.

Moreover, last night the Empress had sent word that the Seventeenth Prince's seizure condition would no longer be treated by him—it would be entirely taken over by the Princess Ye.

When Consort Li learned of this, she flew into a rage and smashed the ornaments in Weiyang Palace.

No one knew that she was the one behind the whole thing.

She had bribed Shuixian to administer the drug, intending to use Zhu's treatment of the Seventeenth Prince to gradually worsen his condition, shortening the time between his seizures and his lifespan.

After all, although Luo Xianan was young, he was the legitimate son of the Emperor and Empress and eligible for the throne.

She would not allow any threat to the Crown Prince's position to exist.

Failing to kill the Seventeenth Prince, Consort Li naturally blamed Ji Yuntang.

It was that bitch who kept ruining her plans.

Before leaving, Consort Li ordered Zhu to increase the dosage—this time, he must kill Luo Junhe.

Zhu, who had long been an accomplice to her evil deeds, readily agreed.

After all, only if Consort Li thrived could his entire family thrive.

Zhu sneered inwardly—Prince Ye was indeed a tough one, surviving two years longer than expected.

But so what?

Now that he's run into me, his life has come to an end!

Imperial Physician Zhu sat in the reception hall of the Prince Ye's residence, took a sip of the spring tea the maid had brought, then spat it out with a "pfft," feeling nothing but contempt in his heart.

"What kind of tea is this, so bitter? It's not even as good as the West Lake Longjing I drink in the palace. This Princess Ye actually serves me such stale old tea—this is utterly outrageous!"

As his words fell, a cold and emotionless voice reached his ears.

"I, the Princess, think you're the one who's outrageous!"

Before Imperial Physician Zhu could even see who had arrived, he only felt a gust of wind rush past his ears, and he was sent flying three meters away by a powerful kick, crashing heavily to the ground.

He was hurting like hell and was about to hurl insults, but when he looked up, he was stunned to see that the seat he had just been sitting in now held a woman dressed in white.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes devoid of warmth, now staring coldly at him.

Imperial Physician Zhu felt a chill run from head to toe. He scrambled up from the ground in disgrace, his face turning pale.

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