Zhi'er couldn't help but burst into laughter.
She walked over to the table and took out some paper and a pen: "I'll write a prescription for Sister Jiang Ying; just follow it, and you'll be fine."
"You need to take good care for a while."
Prince Qing nodded continuously: "During this time, Jiang Ying will stay at my residence. I plan to push aside all affairs to focus on taking care of him."
Zhi'er's dark eyes shifted as she smiled: "Uncle, you'd better go to the palace tomorrow and inform my father."
"Since he's in a good mood recently, there's a chance he'll agree to anything you say!"
Prince Qing knew it was because of the return of his second sister-in-law, and promptly nodded: "Alright! I'll remember."
After finishing the prescription, Prince Qing took a look at it and handed it to Feng Fuce.
"Marquis Wan, please send someone to get the medicine."
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Zhi'er, and then asked Prince Qing: "Why me?"
