Days passed quietly.
Prince Murong Yexuan returned to his military duties, while Bai Rouyuan busied herself expanding her pavilion, tending to customers, and experimenting with new ideas.
Zhao Yunxiang never appeared again.
Perhaps Bai Yunchen's warning had finally reached his bones.
As for Bai Rouyuan's cousins from the Bai Clan… they came now and then, pretending to browse shelves while actually looking for problems.
But Rouyuan was always prepared.
Every product was labelled neatly, displayed beautifully,
arranged with the elegance that only Wen Merchant Clan blood could produce.
New Creations, New Craze
Under the Personal Care Section, new products were introduced.
Premium soaps with floral blends, Herbal shampoo and nourishing conditioner, Ancient-style sunscreen using pearl & zinc, Lip balm and hand cream made with beeswax, Compact perfume balms in elegant tins, Rouyuan Mint Paste (toothpaste), Soft-bristle toothbrush, Perfumed wet wipes, and Herbal cotton sanitary pads for women.
The noble ladies almost fought over these items.
Even palace maids lined up, purchasing in bulk for their mistresses.
Under Household Items, she added: Long-burning scented candles, Dishwashing soap, Liquid laundry detergent, Soft fragrance oil for clothing, and Cooling bedding infused with mint and lotus fibre
Palace servants came almost daily—the demand was overwhelming.
A New Dream Takes Shape
Across the street, carpenters worked day and night on a new building.
Bai Rouyuan visited often, checking the foundations, the herb storage rooms, the patient hall, the pharmacy shelves.
This would be her new clinic.
Her mother's legacy made real.
"For the poor… treatment will always be free," Bai Rouyuan told her staff firmly.
"Mother would have wanted it."
Her workshop in Lingnan, Houyan Pavilion, had already sent crates of First-aid kits, Herbal bandages, Fever-cooling patches, Sterilization tools, Medical herbs, and all sorts of medicines, Herbs and Medical tools.
And news arrived that Master Su Yuelian had departed from Lingnan City —coming to help her run the clinic personally.
To honor her master, her lineage, and the place where her rebirth in medicine began again…
Rouyuan chose the name for her new clinic as, 'Sacred Lotus Medicinal Hall.'
The Grand Opening
After a week of preparation, the new clinic finally opened its doors.
Rouyuan expected a simple ceremony.
Instead…the entrance overflowed with familiar faces.
Her beloved grandfather Wen Shisheng arrived first, followed by her uncle and aunt, Wen Roushan and Bo Aimin, faces glowing with pride.
Some of Wen Clan family and workers also came together with them.
Her master, Master Su Yuelian, smile as looking at her proudly.
Her father Bai Longyuan stood tall, proud and emotional.
Beside him, her brothers Bai Yunchen and Bai Yanyu.
Both looked like they wished their mother could see this day.
Her friends came too, Wen Xianyi, grinning ear to ear, Princess Murong Qingshi, elegant as ever, Prince Murong Yunxi, smiling softly, General Wei Shensu and Duke Lin Changyu.
She waits for a certain face that never seems to come. Invitations have already been delivered, yet… "maybe he is busy with his duties," Rouyuan murmured quietly.
And then—
A gentle carriage stopped in front of the gates.
A hush fell.
Stepping out was Consort Rou, her mother's eldest sister—the highest-ranking woman Rouyuan had ever met personally.
Even Rouyuan's breath caught.
Consort Rou smiled through tears.
"I would not miss this day," she said softly.
"Little one… your mother Rouying would be so proud of you,"
Consort Rou said, lovingly stroking Rouyuan's hair.
A Celebration of Warmth
Tables were set with food and drink.
Perfume incense burned softly.
Children of the Wen Clan scattered flowers.
Music filled the courtyard.
Bai Rouyuan stood in the middle of the hall, surrounded by family, friends, and people who genuinely cared for her.
A warmth filled her chest, so deep it nearly overflowed.
A quiet prayer formed in her heart,
"May this Sacred Lotus Medicinal Hall help many."
"May this place heal…the way I was healed."
That day, she smiled more brightly than she had in years.
And far behind the crowd, Murong Yexuan watched her quietly—his eyes soft, his heart full.
The path ahead was still uncertain.
Challenges would come.
But today—
Bai Rouyuan's dream had finally taken root.