Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 79 - Want to Open a Medical Hall

Someone tapped his shoulder, and turning around, he found it was Shen Xiheng.

“Lord Shen,” said the owner, his face twisted in sorrow as he bowed.

Shen Xiheng quickly waved his hand, “Mr.

Wang, there’s no need for such formality with me; I’m merely a customer after all.”

He had just left the imperial court when he heard about the incident at the Zuichun Building and decided to take a look.

Seeing Mr.

Wang standing there with a crestfallen face, he couldn’t help but step forward to offer some words of comfort.

But Mr.

Wang was naturally open-minded and ended up comforting Shen instead, “Disasters lean on fortunes, and fortunes depend on disasters—who knows, this might even turn out to be a blessing.”

Shen Xiheng smiled and gestured with his hands, “Mr.

Wang, I admire your magnanimity.”

The two then proceeded to the Prince Qiu Residence together, where Qi Yu was about to have a meal.

Upon seeing them, she instructed the steward to add more table settings.

The three of them finished their meal indifferently.

Afterward, Qi Yu led them to the back courtyard to join Song Ling for tea.

In the midst of their casual conversation, a nostalgic expression came over Mr.

Wang’s face as he said, “Three years ago, when I first arrived in the capital city, I was just a penniless chef.

It was the Prince who opened this restaurant, allowing me to enjoy these years of good fortune.”

Shen Xiheng replied with a smile, “It has also given me several years of culinary delight.”

Qi Yu felt melancholic.

While these two seemed to have accepted the situation, she had not.

Without the Zuichun Building, where would she find pastries to eat in the future?

Hearing this, Mr.

Wang chuckled, “If the Princess doesn’t mind, I can make some of the desserts from the Zuichun Building.”

Qi Yu’s eyes lit up, her face full of expectation as she gazed at him.

The group followed Mr.

Wang to the kitchen, where they watched him adeptly make pastries.

Song Ling glanced at the excited Qi Yu and swallowed the words he was about to say.

He initially wanted to mention that he had never seen a princess in the kitchen before, as the smoke and fumes are harsh, and nobles generally avoid such places.

But this one was clearly an exception.

After the pastries were baked, everyone enjoyed them with hot tea, sharing genuine smiles.

Seeing the favorable reaction to his pastries, Mr.

Wang naturally felt joyful.

His inner turmoil had already dissipated.

He announced, “In a few days, I will bid farewell to the Prince and plan to return to Jiangnan to open another pastry shop.”

Over the years in the capital city, he had come to realize more and more that wealth and status are fleeting.

Now older, he was intent on returning home to run a small business.

As Qi Yu swallowed a bite of the osmanthus cake, she hurriedly said, “I can give you money!”

Mr.

Wang smiled and shook his head, “The Princess’s kindness is deeply appreciated, but I have accumulated some savings during my years in the capital city.

I might not be able to do big business, but opening a small pastry shop will be more than enough.”

He no longer feared Qi Yu as he had before, finding her not only kind-hearted but also easygoing, truly a straightforward person.

Qi Yu could only give up, the disappointment clearly written on her face.

Shen Xiheng sneered, “If you have so much money, you might as well open your own store since the deed of Zuichun Building is still in the Prince’s hands.”

Hearing this, Qi Yu hesitated again.

Although she had always dreamed of opening a store, she had no experience, and the little money she had was not enough even for the renovation.

Song Ling also agreed with Shen Xiheng’s idea, saying to Qi Yu, “Princess might as well give it a try, I believe the Prince would not refuse.”

Encouraged by them, the little ideas that had been in the back of her mind began to surface again.

She had the heart of a salty fish, no grand ambitions; she just wanted to open a Medical Hall, to save lives and help the poor in the capital city afford medical care.

That night, Li Mingjue saw her sitting on the bed, her brows furrowed, lost in thought.

He looked at the several untouched storybooks, arching his eyebrows slightly, “Are these storybooks not enough for you anymore?”

Qi Yu silently shook her head, burying her face in her knees, and said in a muffled voice, “I’m not in the mood.”

“What’s wrong?” Li Mingjue thought she was feeling unwell again and looked at her with some concern.

Qi Yu sighed, defeated by his concerned gaze, and shared the thoughts that had been troubling her all day, “I want to open a Medical Hall.”

Hearing this, Li Mingjue subtly breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s there to worry about?” he asked her, his eyes smiling warmly, his tone gentle, “Opening a Medical Hall isn’t a difficult task.”

Qi Yu glanced at him, “Of course it’s not difficult for you.”

She counted on her fingers, “Just buying the shop will cost a lot of money, not to mention the money for renovations, buying medicinal materials, and the labor costs.”

In the past, she had inherited the family Medical Hall, never paying rent, and there were other family businesses, so there was never a risk of starvation.

She treated patients based on her mood, and charged money likewise.

If patients had no money, sometimes she wouldn’t even take money for the medicine.

But there were many wealthy people who came to her for treatment, and even though she never really calculated, she knew she had made a lot of money.

In short, in her short life of just over twenty years, she had never been troubled about money.

After listening to her complaints, Li Mingjue chuckled lightly, “Didn’t I say, you can use the money from the Prince Residence as you like?”

He really didn’t care about the money; as long as she was happy, even if she demolished the Prince Residence, it was fine.

But Qi Yu didn’t think so.

She looked at him somewhat embarrassedly and said softly, “But I don’t want to use your money.”

“Why?” Li Mingjue frowned slightly, clearly not liking her saying such distant words.

Before he could get angry, Qi Yu quickly covered his mouth, her tone somewhat shy as she spoke, “I want to earn money to give to you.”

She had never liked anyone before, nor did she know how spouses should get along.

But from the TV dramas she had watched before, those wealthy people could declare very boldly to their significant others, “You can spend my money freely.”

She had no concept of men managing the outside and women managing the home, and naturally felt that the money she earned was to be spent on him.

Prince Qiu, who had never been short of money, was a bit taken aback the first time someone said this to him.

He took Qi Yu’s hand off his mouth, holding it in his palm, and looked deeply into her eyes, “Why?”

Qi Yu bit her lip and finally stammered out, “Consider it… my dowry.”