Sure enough, the next moment, Zhang Cai Hui said again: “I have nothing to do, so I took it upon myself to hold a tea party.
We can get together and share our calligraphy and paintings and have some tea and snacks.
We can also go boating on the lake for fun.”

Wen Chi: “…”

Have fun my ass.

Wen Liang is not a person who is very knowledgeable and good at calligraphy or painting.
And he, Wen Chi, has only learned some fonts of this era not long ago and those dog-paddle words are enough to put people to shame.

So Wen Chi declined politely, “Sounds good, but unfortunately I’ve been sick recently.
I’m afraid I’ve contracted the cold and it won’t be good to infect everyone.”

Zhang Cai Hui looked at Wen Chi’s pale and listless face and he indeed seemed to be ill, so she hurriedly said with concern: “Since, Young Master Wen is already so ill, it’s better not to walk around casually, it just so happens that I have some medicinal materials.
I’ll send someone to bring it to Young Master Wen later.
Young Master Wen instructs your maids to boil it for a while and drink it a few times, then you will be fine.”

Wen Chi replied gratefully, “Thank you.”

“Young Master Wen doesn’t need to be polite.” Zhang Cai Hui smiled, “Since Young Master Wen is inconvenienced, I will not bother you anymore.”

Wen Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

Who knew that before he could release his breath, he heard Zhang Cai Hui say: “It’s better for me to cancel the date of the tea party first and wait until Young Master Wen’s health improves and then set it to another date.”

Wen Chi: “It is not necessary to do so ……”

“It is.” Zhang Cai Hui blinked, “Everyone wants to meet Young Master Wen.
If Young Master Wen doesn’t come, how can the others go?”

Wen Chi was speechless.
After all, the other party was a girl and she was so enthusiastic that he couldn’t say anything to refuse.

However, Zhang Cai Hui didn’t give him a chance to refuse.
After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry, saying that she wanted to get the medicinal materials for Wen Chi.

Wen Chi shook his head and walked into the Bamboo Flute Residence.

Ping An was still missing, only Ruo Fang and Ruo Tao were squatting in the corner of the courtyard, chatting while pulling weeds.

After hearing Wen Chi’s footsteps, the two little girls ran over happily.

“Young Master Wen is back.”

“Has Young Master Wen seen the Emperor?”

Wen Chi turned his head and met the eager eyes of the two little girls and couldn’t help but smile: “Yes, I also saw Concubine Rong and the Fourth Prince.”

After speaking, he looked left and right, “Where is Ping An?”

Ruo Fang curled her lips: “Probably went to look for other little eunuchs again.
Nowadays Ping An is really becoming more and more unruly.
Don’t care about him, Young Master Wen.”

Wen Chi thought that maybe Ping An was a mogul with a background, so he didn’t dare to control him ah.

“Forget it, let him do what he wants.” Wen Chi waved his hand, “Someone will come to deliver some medicinal materials later, you just accept it.
I’m a little tired, so I’ll go inside to rest first.”

After tossing for a whole morning, Wen Chi was already physically and mentally exhausted.
He slept until the night and got up to eat something, then he fell on the bed and continued to sleep again.

When he woke up the next day, Wen Chi was full of energy.

He remembered what happened yesterday and the green pill that Shi Ye fed him.
Although he didn’t know what the pill did, he should be able to guess based on what Shi Ye said-it was definitely not a good thing.

Now he and Shi Ye can be said to be living and dying together in the true sense.
His life is in the hands of Shi Ye.
Anyway, there is nothing for him to do, so there is no harm in pleasing Shi Ye more.

What Wen Chi thought, he did.
He made cakes every day to send to the crown prince.

It is strange to say that every time Eunuch Zhu asked Wen Chi to bring the cake to the desk in the study, he never saw the Crown Prince.
He was suspicious, but he did not dare to ask more.
Every time he quickly placed the cake, buried his head and left.

As for whether Shi Ye ate those cakes, Wen Chi wasn’t too sure.

This afternoon, Wen Chi came to deliver the cake as usual, but was stopped by Eunuch Zhu: “Young Master Wen, His Royal Highness is feeling unwell, you can go back today.”

Wen Chi responded, took the food box, turned around and walked away.
After walking a few steps, he wondered if he was walking too quickly.
After hesitating again and again, he turned around and walked back.

Sure enough, Eunuch Zhu stood there holding the whisk, staring at him strangely.

Feeling guilty, Wen Chi quickly stepped forward and asked worriedly, “Dare to ask Eunuch Zhu, is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ill?”

“It’s not that he is sick…” Eunuch Zhu hesitated and his eyebrows knitted together.
After some inner struggle, he finally came to a decision, “Why don’t you come with me to have a look, maybe you can make His Highness a little happier.

Wen Chi: “…”

If he had this ability, he wouldn’t have to see Shi Ye like a mouse meeting a cat.

So, Wen Chi, who just wanted to ask politely, dug a hole for himself and had to bite the bullet and follow Eunuch Zhu inside.

Halfway through, Wen Chi realized that this was not the way to the study and he hurriedly said, “Eunuch Zhu?”

Eunuch Zhu glanced at him, seemed to see his doubts and explained calmly, “Young Master Wen, this is the way to the bedroom of His Royal Highness.
His Royal Highness is resting in the bedroom.”

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