Chapter 749: Chapter 750: A Correct Guess

Princess Qingyang galloped all the way, finally pulling to a stop outside the Ye Mansion.

She dismounted nimbly. Seeing it was her, the servant at the gate immediately hurried over with a smile.

"Commandery Princess, you’re here!"

Princess Qingyang was always coming over, having practically made the place her second home. Everyone in the Ye Mansion was familiar with her, and they always greeted her with particular warmth and kindness.

Princess Qingyang strode inside, asking as she went:

"Where’s your Second Miss? Is she home today?"

"She is! Shall I—"

Before the servant could announce her, Princess Qingyang had already passed through the inner gate and was heading straight inside.

"As long as she’s here, that’s all that matters! You don’t need to follow. I’ll go find her myself!"

’She knew her way around here perfectly well.’

As she spoke, she arrived in the courtyard.

The moment she entered, Princess Qingyang spotted a familiar figure in the courtyard.

"Chutang! I have something to tell you—huh?"

A look of surprise crossed Princess Qingyang’s face as her gaze swept around the courtyard.

The normally spacious and tidy courtyard was now scattered with pieces of wood of varying lengths and thicknesses, as well as some miscellaneous items that looked like iron bars.

Ye Chutang was dressed simply, her sleeves rolled up, with several tools laid out beside her.

Hearing the sound, Ye Chutang—who had been pondering the dimensions of a wheel hub—snapped back to reality. She casually tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and turned to look.

"What brings you here today?" Ye Chutang teased with a smile. "Sobered up already?"

"Of course! My tolerance isn’t legendary, but it’s still pretty good. I was just so happy last time that I got a little carried away and had too much—" Princess Qingyang said, trying to preserve her dignity as she lifted her chin. "What are you up to? This looks like a big project."

In the past, her impression of Ye Chutang—like everyone else’s—was of an elegant, gentle woman whose medical skills were nothing short of miraculous, saving lives with a flash of her silver needles.

This was the first time she had ever seen Ye Chutang looking so...

"I am," Ye Chutang nodded. "I’m planning to build a proper wheelchair."

"A wheelchair?"

Princess Qingyang was taken aback.

"What are you making that thing for?"

Before Ye Chutang could answer, she seemed to recall something as realization dawned. "Is it for Mr. Xun?"

Ye Chutang considered this for a moment, then nonchalantly glanced around.

"Mm... yes."

’In any case, I have enough materials. It’s no trouble to make an extra one. I’ll just charge a little more for the labor.’

Princess Qingyang tsked. "To have you personally build it for him, Mr. Xun must be quite the bigshot!"

Ye Chutang’s expression was unchanged. "He helped me a great deal before. It’s only right that I do this."

"That’s true!"

Princess Qingyang immediately thought she had a point.

"In that case, I’ll pick out some gifts from my treasury to send him later!"

’After all, he did it to help me. I can’t let Ye Chutang be the only one to repay the favor.’

Ye Chutang didn’t elaborate. She went back to sorting through the wood and asked, "Did you have a particular reason for coming today, Commandery Princess?"

"How did you know?"

Princess Qingyang glanced from side to side, her expression growing serious.

She lowered her voice and said, word by word,

"Guess who I just saw at Yunlai Tavern?"

Ye Chutang stopped what she was doing, tilting her head slightly as she thought for a moment.

"Shui Xingqiu?"

Princess Qingyang’s eyes widened. "How did you know!?"

Ye Chutang spread her hands. "You’ve met every person of note in the entire Capital City. For you to have a reaction like that, it has to be someone with an extraordinary background. And... besides Shui Xingqiu, who else could that be?"

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