Chapter 7: If You Can't Cure It, Just Hit Me

Changyang Prince’s Mansion

The steward led the old woman and the young child into the mansion, turning his head from time to time to observe them. He thought to himself, this old woman from the countryside truly doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth; if she can't cure the patient, given the Prince’s temper, a sound thrashing with the wooden board is inevitable.

When that time comes, sigh...

Thinking this, his sympathetic gaze fell upon Ye Qianning. Poor little girl...

Seeing him turn around, Ye Qianning called out sweetly, "Grandpa."

This made the steward feel even more pity, and he kindly reminded them, "Our Prince and Princess have been staying up for days because of the Princess’s illness. If you cannot cure her, you had better say some pleasant, auspicious words."

"Yes, yes," Granny Si replied hurriedly.

The Prince and Princess of Changyang were overjoyed to hear that someone had taken down the notice and hurried to the front hall to wait.

The steward led the two to the main hall and bowed to them: "Your Highness, Princess, they have arrived."

Granny Si’s heart was pounding fiercely. The threshold of the main hall was very high, and she nearly tripped as she lifted her foot.

Ye Qianning was jerked along and nearly fell as well. Once she steadied herself, she looked up and saw the Prince of Changyang sitting in the main seat. He looked to be about forty years old, with a handsome appearance—in modern terms, he would be a high-quality "golden uncle."

The Princess beside him was a quintessential classical beauty, so well-preserved she looked like a young woman in her twenties.

The Prince and Princess of Changyang were slightly stunned when they saw the old woman and the child.

"You are the ones who took down the notice?" The Prince of Changyang clearly did not believe this old woman knew medicine.

"Yes," Granny Si replied timidly.

"Where are you from?" the Prince of Changyang asked.

"Nanyuan," Granny Si said, not daring to lift her head.

"You know medicine?"

Granny Si nodded: "Yes, yes, yes. In Nanyuan, it is very common for children to get rashes. As long as the right herbs are used, the rashes will naturally subside."

"If you cannot cure her, you will be punished with the board," the Prince of Changyang threatened.

Granny Si trembled in fear and dared not speak.

"If it cannot be cured, Your Highness may punish me," Ye Qianning said, looking up with her watery eyes, speaking earnestly.

The Prince of Changyang looked at Ye Qianning, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

Ye Qianning was not afraid of him; she held her head high and met his gaze directly, like a newborn calf that is not afraid of the tiger.

"Alright, since they have taken down the notice, whether they can cure her or not, we must let them take a look first," the Princess nudged the Prince secretly.

The Prince of Changyang then withdrew his gaze and agreed: "Then you may lead them to take a look."

The Princess nodded and stood up to walk outside.

"The two of you, please," a maid said.

Granny Si was very nervous; her hand holding Ye Qianning’s was sweating.

Ye Qianning felt a bit guilty. If it weren't for her own small, inconvenient body, she wouldn't have caused Granny Si to be so terrified. In the future, she would need to find a proxy.

The Prince’s mansion was vast, with pavilions, towers, and winding corridors. After passing through a large garden and walking for about ten minutes, they finally entered a courtyard named Lanxuan Garden.

"Princess, don't scratch, you mustn't scratch..."

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they heard the anxious voice of a maid.

Hearing the sound, the Princess quickened her pace and pushed the door open to enter the room: "Xiang'er."

"Princess, the Princess has been scratching ever since she woke up; her whole body is scratched raw..." the maid cried.

The Princess went up to hold the child’s hands: "Xiang'er, be good, endure it, it won't itch once you endure it."

"Mother... it hurts, it itches..." the Princess cried incessantly.

"Xiang'er, be good, it will stop itching soon..." The Princess was heartbroken, her eyes brimming with tears as she turned and said anxiously: "Hurry and take a look, how can we stop the itching?"

Granny Si’s expression was perhaps even uglier than if she were crying, but she bit the bullet and stepped forward.