The next day, the sky was clear and boundless.
Ji Ruyan had just cured the Tenth Prince, Yuanjun, of poison in Listening Wind Courtyard. Yuanjun, who was sixteen years old, the same age as her, because of his love for literature and martial arts, grew to be exceptionally handsome and forthright. He inherited eighty percent of Noble Consort Wan's appearance, with a temperament gentle and refined like jade, easily endearing himself to others.
When Yuanjun opened his eyes, he saw a man wearing a silver mask sitting next to his bed, which surprised him, "Who are you?"
Ji Ruyan nodded at him, "The Tenth Prince is awake? Yao Guang, go inform Old Master Yu and Noble Consort Wan."
"This servant will go at once."
Yao Guang, who was working with silver needles to the side, heard Ji Ruyan's order and went to carry it out.
Hearing the news, Old Master Yu and Noble Consort Wan hurried toward Listening Wind Courtyard.
