Si Mingjing considered it seriously. She didn’t want to be separated from her two masters again. If they ca to teach in Shendu, they certainly wouldn’t be able to et often. She treated her two masters as if they were her own parents and intended to provide for them in their old age.
"Hmm, that’s a good idea," she said. "I wonder if Yecheng University would allow to establish a departnt of traditional Chinese dicine."
Si Mingjing rembered that Yecheng University was run by the Chen Family.
Mo Yinhe pinched her cheek. "Mingjing, you still haven’t realized your authority in the field of traditional Chinese dicine. It’s not just about opening a dical school—if you wanted to establish a university of traditional Chinese dicine, countless people would flock to you, arranging everything. Rember, others should be begging you to establish a departnt of traditional Chinese dicine. You don’t need to ask anyone for this; you just need to let the word out."
Si Mingjing smiled aningfully. "Then I’ll have Uncle Xi spread the word and see if the Chen Family will take the initiative to approach ."
"Mommy, I’m sleepy~~"
Little Xiangru yawned and burrowed his head into the blanket. His small arms, as tender and fair as lotus roots, clung tightly to Si Mingjing’s arm as he snuggled up to her to sleep.
Mo Yinhe, thinking of sothing, excitedly turned off the television. "Sleep, let’s sleep."
He suddenly found the prospect of sleeping very interesting. Before drifting off, he even felt under his pillow, took out a small ball, and placed it beside the pillow.
Si Mingjing saw it. "So it’s this little ball."
"Mm."
Mo Yinhe was about to turn off the lights, anticipating that sleep would bring more mories.
After drifting off, he indeed dread of so things. He had a very long dream that lasted until early morning. He didn’t wake feeling refreshed; instead, he yawned incessantly.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed his baby staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to rember sothing.
Mo Yinhe wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed her down, and kissed her fiercely. "Good morning, my Queen."
"Stop joking," Si Mingjing laughed.
She asked if he rembered anything else.
Mo Yinhe, however, wasn’t as excited as he had been initially. He lay beside her, propping his head with one hand and stroking his chin as he cursed softly, "Mingjing, I thought I never had any interaction with you over these years. It turns out I did. Damn, who made these rules!"
Si Mingjing listened attentively.
Mo Yinhe’s voice was filled with vexation. "Every ti I accumulate nine lifetis of rits, I can exchange them for one lifeti of romance with you. In that lifeti, we fall in love, get married, have children, but you never live past twenty-five..."
At this point, Mo Yinhe almost swore. The most infuriating thing is that after the tenth life ends, by the eleventh life, I completely forget the brief love from the tenth life with her. How infuriating is that?!
After getting up, Mo Yinhe was filled with anger but didn’t know who to vent it on.
Si Mingjing didn’t inquire further. She felt that his mories and hers were more or less the sa, nothing novel. If she wanted to know more, she just had to eat a few more Dragon Spit Pearls.
Mo Yinhe was still indignant that she never lived past twenty-five. It seed so unfair! Such a cruel fate wasn’t worth it, not if it ant he had to repeatedly endure the pain of separation by death!
「Ti flew, and half a month passed.」
The epidemic in Shendu was under control. Thanks to the joint efforts of Si Mingjing and Si Lisao, there were no new cases. Only those who had fallen ill and not yet recovered remained. With proper treatnt, they believed the epidemic would eventually pass.
Bo Leng fully recovered and returned to the Prince Residence. The first thing he did was cook a pot of porridge for Lou Manman.
During his days in the hospital with nothing to do, he cooked a pot every night and had perfected the skill. Indeed, even cooking couldn’t defeat Bo Leng!
It was tough on Si Lisao, however, who had to drink porridge with him every night. After half a month of this, Si Lisao had lost ten pounds.
After Bo Leng recovered, Crown Prince Lisao handed over the control of Shendu’s post-epidemic asures to Bo Leng and returned to the Imperial Capital himself.
Having dealt with two days’ worth of accumulated official duties in the Imperial Capital, Crown Prince Lisao decided to give himself a two-day break.
He discreetly made a trip to Yecheng.
「Crown Prince Lisao arrived in Yecheng at precisely four-thirty in the afternoon.」
He had made a reservation at a restaurant—the new one Ye Siyuan had ntioned. At the ti, Crown Prince Lisao had said he would take her there when he had so free ti. Little did he know that the outbreak on the Mu Continent would occur, keeping him in Shendu for nearly a month and a half and leaving him no ti to visit her in Yecheng.
Sitting by a window in the restaurant, which was wide open, he enjoyed a great view. Crown Prince Lisao ordered himself a coffee. While sipping it and enjoying the sea breeze, he leisurely sent Ye Siyuan a WeChat ssage: "What are you up to?"
"Practicing yoga."
Ye Siyuan was at ho with nothing else to do, so she was practicing yoga.
"That restaurant you ntioned before, have you tried it yet?" he typed.
"Not yet. I was hoping to go with you, but then... well, everything happened. It’s okay, we can go another ti. I’m not in a hurry."
Ye Siyuan wanted to video call, but when she tried, the call was rejected.
She sent another ssage: "Are you busy now?"
Crown Prince Lisao usually video-called her whenever he had free ti, so his rejection today was unusual.
Crown Prince Lisao ssaged back, "Hmm, it’s a bit inconvenient right now. I’m not sure when this epidemic will end. I probably won’t be able to take you there for a while. Why don’t you go by yourself? Say, tonight."
Ye Siyuan replied, "That’s okay, I can wait."
Crown Prince Lisao responded, "I’m afraid it might take another two or three months."
That’s such a long ti, Ye Siyuan thought, her longing growing intense.
"Be good and go by yourself, just tonight," he wrote. "Take so nice photos for . I’ve been drinking porridge every day, so I need to feast my eyes on sothing."
So, Crown Prince Lisao is craving sothing tasty, huh? Ye Siyuan thought.
Getting up, she said, "Alright then! I’ll order a whole table of delicious dishes and take photos for you, so you can feast your eyes."
Because she was in a rush and it wasn’t a date, Ye Siyuan didn’t bother changing. She hurried out the door, driving her sleek sports car at breakneck speed through the city streets. She was dressed in a tank top, workout pants, a headband, and sneakers.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, she entered with her car keys in hand and a spring in her step.
"Miss, dining alone or...?" the host asked.
"Oh, just ."
Ye Siyuan scanned the room for a good spot. Her gaze unintentionally fell upon a window seat where she could only see a man in profile. But even from just the profile, Ye Siyuan recognized him, though she found it hard to believe.
As if in disbelief, she rubbed her eyes hard. Am I hallucinating from missing him so much?
Ye Siyuan walked over, car keys still in hand. As she approached, the man turned his head, his handso face breaking into a dazzling smile.
"AH!!!" Ye Siyuan shrieked, jumping up. She dashed over and flung herself into Crown Prince Lisao’s arms, hopping with excitent. "Is it really you? Is it really you? Are you my Crown Prince Lisao?"
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