In the first carriage, Ye Ling'er was speaking with Fan Ruoruo. "I'm really troubling you," Ye Ling'er said, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "But is he really Master Fei's student? He looks so young."

Fan Ruoruo chuckled. "I know, it's always better to have an older doctor, but we're just having him take a look. After all, Master Fei's medical skills are admired even by the imperial physicians. Our family has some connections with Master Fei, so having his student take a look can't hurt."

Ye Ling'er thought there was some truth to that. The Lin family's sister's consumption had never been truly cured by any doctor. There had once been talk of summoning Fei Jie from the palace, but he had gone on patrol and wouldn't be back for a while. Finding Fei Jie's student today was quite lucky. She thought for a moment and finally couldn't help but ask, "Ruoruo, I heard your brother was accused of something yesterday?"

Fan Ruoruo thought, why are you asking about this now? She replied with a smile, "Did they add another charge to my brother's list of crimes?"

Ye Ling'er harrumphed. "I owe you a favor this time, but I don't have any good feelings for your brother. He's a grown man, but he's like a lump of dough, doing whatever people tell him, without any opinions of his own."

Fan Ruoruo was amused, thinking that if her brother really had his own opinions, the marriage wouldn't happen, and she wondered who would be unhappy then. But she didn't say anything, replying with a smile, "People of our status should understand that many things are beyond our control."

"But your brother is being too outrageous! He's about to marry the Lin family's sister, but he still goes to... to the brothels! Where does that leave the Lin family's sister's face?" Ye Ling'er, thinking of the recent rumors, was filled with anger and said resentfully, "And that's not all, he even beat someone in the street! Such character... Ruoruo, don't be angry, but tell me, if you were to marry someone like that, would you be willing?"

Fan Ruoruo sighed, thinking, what's there to be unwilling about? She then said, "Rumors stop with the wise. Why bother with the nonsense these outsiders are spouting? My brother isn't someone who is unreasonable and chases after pleasure everywhere."

Ye Ling'er sneered. "Isn't he? Do you know what people in the capital have been calling your brother since yesterday?"

"What do they call him?" Fan Ruoruo asked with wide eyes, curious. She really wanted to know how the public in the capital viewed her unique brother.

"They say he's... the Van Manor's pit fighter!" Ye Ling'er said angrily. "Look, look at how others see your brother!"

Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth and smiled. "Don't they know my brother has another nickname?"

"What?"

"The Empress Dowager once said: 'Wanli beiqiu chang zuoke you da ren la?'" Fan Ruoruo suppressed her laughter. "'Wanli beiqiu chang zuoke,' isn't that a bit long?" (太后曾经说过：万里悲秋常作客又打人啦？)

Ye Ling'er knew that she was being told that the man named Fan Xian not only fought in the pits but was also a good poet. She snorted twice and couldn't argue with the Empress Dowager's opinion. It was clear that the Empress Dowager admired Fan Xian's poem.

The two carriages drove one after the other into a quiet courtyard not far from the palace. Many palace guards could be seen outside the courtyard, with simple, easy-to-draw short swords at their waists.

After getting out of the carriage, Ye Ling'er familiarly went to walk inside, but was stopped by the guard at the door. Ye Ling'er asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

The guard said with embarrassment, "It's fine for Miss Ye to enter, of course."

Ye Ling'er laughed in anger, took Fan Ruoruo's hand, and said, "This is the daughter of the Count of Sinan, a famous talented woman in the capital." She glared at Fan Ruoruo. "The sister of 'Wanli beiqiu chang zuoke,' can't she go in?"

"Who is 'Wanli beiqiu chang zuoke'?" The guard, barely literate, was dumbfounded. Wanli beiqiu chang zuoke himself was hiding behind Ye Ling'er, smiling wryly.

Ye Ling'er chuckled, feeling much better, and explained, "We invited a doctor today to see my sister, are you going to stop him?"

The guard turned his head and saw the doctor with an unpleasant expression and a somewhat hunched body. He thought, "Good heavens, his own body is in such a state, and he dares to treat the princess?" But he couldn't say that, as he had to give Miss Ye family's face. How many palace guards didn't have more or less a master-disciple relationship with the Ye family? He said with a wry smile, "Miss Ye, if you had told the higher-ups earlier, I certainly wouldn't dare to stop you, nor would I stop this doctor, but today it's really not possible. You see, the doctor you invited isn't registered in the palace, and if something goes wrong with the treatment..."

Fan Xian lowered his head, feeling anxious. He wondered if he would have made this trip in vain, and wouldn't even see Miss Lin's face before being turned away. Little did he know that this was the fruit of his own actions, the consequence of his cause today. Last time, he had confusedly broken into the Qing Temple and exchanged a palm strike with Gong Dian. All the palace guards had been fiercely scolded by Eunuch Hong and the Grand Commander, so the security was now so tight.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This gentleman is a student of Master Fei from the Surveillance Council." Ye Ling'er glared at the guard.

As soon as the guard heard the words "Master Fei," he began to look at Fan Xian with reverence, quietly taking half a step back. But then he thought of something and frowned, "Master Fei's student? I don't seem to have heard of him before."

Ye Ling'er also thought of this point, thinking that with Master Fei's medical skills, his student should be famous, so how come she had never heard of him? She turned suspiciously and glanced at Fan Xian. Fan Xian was prepared, and shook his head with a gloomy expression, taking out a waist牌(waipai) from his pocket.

The waist牌(waipai) was from the Surveillance Council, and no one could fake it, or rather, no craftsman in the world dared to fake it. Fei Jie had given it to Fan Xian when he left Danzhou at the age of six.

The guard took the waist牌(waipai) and, without difficulty, confirmed the other party's identity. Looking at the young man's gloomy aura and sallow complexion, he understood somewhat. This was indeed Master Fei's student, constantly immersed in poisons, so it was hard not to look like a ghost.

Now that there was a guarantor with sufficient responsibility, the guard naturally let them pass. The three entered the quiet courtyard. Along the way, they occasionally saw flower bushes. A small stone path stretched out from the flower bushes, leading to a small building deep in the courtyard.

A maid invited the three upstairs, then brought tea. Fan Xian paid attention to the maid's actions and found that she was very measured in her movements, and clearly had been trained in the palace for many years. After some time, an old嬷嬷(momo) came out, saying with a slight air of arrogance, "Miss Ye, you've come."

Ye Ling'er clearly didn't like this old嬷嬷(momo), and snorted as a response, asking, "Where's my sister?"

"Miss is sleeping. May I ask what brings Miss Ye here today?" The old嬷嬷(momo) stood respectfully, but her tone was distancing. Fan Xian was a bit surprised, wondering what this was all about.

Ye Ling'er didn't want to argue with this old woman today, and shouted, "I've invited a good doctor for the Lin family's sister. Go and inform her, and when she's ready, this doctor will see her."

The old嬷嬷(momo) looked at Fan Xian, knowing that this was the doctor, and said coldly, "You also know Miss's status. Who else is qualified to treat her besides the imperial physicians in the palace?"

Ye Ling'er brought out Fan Xian's identity again, but the old嬷嬷(momo) didn't budge at all, being even more difficult than the guards outside. Fan Xian didn't know the rules of the royal family these days, but any unmarried daughter was always surrounded by a large group of婆子(pozi) and female officials. Although they didn't necessarily have any restrictions, and weren't like those terrifying old maids from the Qing Dynasty in his previous life, these women were always loyal and wouldn't allow their master to approach any danger.

Fan Xian became a little impatient and winked at Fan Ruoruo. Fan Ruoruo understood and stood up with a smile, saying to Ye Ling'er, "If it's against the rules, then let's go. After all, this place is different from other parts of the capital."

As expected, Ye Ling'er couldn't stand being provoked and jumped up, scolding the old嬷嬷(momo). Fan Xian frowned, thinking that this little girl had too much temper and didn't know who would teach her a lesson in the future. At this time, Fan Ruoruo pretended to persuade her, coaxing the wronged old嬷嬷(momo) to sit down at the table and handing her a cup of tea to drink.

After a while, the old嬷嬷(momo)'s expression suddenly changed, and she left in a hurry. At this time, Miss Lin's head maid came out of the inner room, and seeing that the old嬷嬷(momo) was gone, she welcomed the three in.

Although Ye Ling'er had a big temper, she wasn't stupid, and she looked at Fan Xian with suspicion.

Fan Xian lowered his head, saying nothing, and followed them inside. He always carried some things that others wouldn't expect—泻药(xieyao), 迷药(miyao), 春药(chunyao) (laxatives, sleeping pills, aphrodisiacs), always with medicine in hand, as well as daggers, hidden crossbows, and Uncle Wu Zhu, these three great protective treasures. With these "things" by his side, he could truly go anywhere in the world.

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Entering Miss Lin's boudoir, Fan Xian lowered his head, not daring to make any unusual movements. Only a faint fragrance came to his nose, and he knew that a special incense from the plateau was burning in the room. This kind of incense helped patients rest and recuperate, but the fragrance was too strong, which diluted the脂粉味(zhifenwei) (scent of cosmetics) that should have been in this lady's boudoir.

Ye Ling'er went behind the curtain first and said something, then Fan Ruoruo went in. Fan Xian focused his hearing, and clearly heard his sister greeting the young lady, but the young lady coughed a few times, seeming a bit breathless. Fan Xian was sketching the scene inside in his mind, wondering what kind of expressions the young sister-in-law and the new bride would have when they first met.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian realized that he was indeed a bit lustful. He clearly loved the white-clothed girl who gnawed on chicken legs to death, but today, entering Miss Lin's boudoir and smelling the fragrance, he began to imagine what the blush on Miss Lin's face would look like.

"Sir, please come in." Ye Ling'er invited on behalf of the host.

Fan Xian straightened his body slightly and lifted the curtain to enter.