Miao Zhu said, "Commandery Princess, His Highness's entourage must have already cooked it early."
"You're right," Leng Yu Yan sighed.
"Has the Princess ever thought about how to treat His Highness if you were to?"
"It's not like taking his pulse would reveal anything; besides, I'm not a professional doctor in this area." Leng Yu Yan paused and then added, "I was just thinking of making a therapeutic soup."
The moment she thought of what someone said last night about checking whether it was congenital or acquired, Leng Yu Yan's face flushed with heat.
Miao Zhu then asked, "After cooking the therapeutic soup, if His Highness drinks it, how will the Princess check its effect?"
Leng Yu Yan blurted out, "I surely wouldn't go as far as to pull down his trousers to check, right?"
Miao Zhu chuckled, "That won't be necessary, Princess. I will ask Song Guo to help, to sneak a peek."
