Chang Gensheng, after hearing his daughter's words, still felt hesitant.
With some concern, he asked, "Jiujiu, there are so many famous physicians and Imperial Physicians in the Capital City who can't cure the Prince's illness. Can you really cure it?"
Gu Shengyin felt confident in her heart, but in front of her father, she had to appear a bit unsure: "Father, your daughter isn't completely sure either, but since they asked, do you think I can refuse?"
Chang Gensheng wasn't foolish and knew that in this world, those with lower status had little autonomy.
Seeing her father worried, Gu Shengyin comforted him: "But please rest assured, the Prince said the flowers I grow can alleviate his condition. It must be useful, otherwise, he wouldn't have come to me personally. Besides, he promised that even if it doesn't work, he won't hold it against us."
Only then did Chang Gensheng's expression improve a bit.
But soon after, he realized, "I just got home, when did they come to find you?"
