The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu looked at the deed and letter paper in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

After Meng married into the Yun Mansion, she severed her ties with the Meng Mansion, which resulted in her never seeing anyone from the Meng Mansion since she was a child. If it weren't for her grandfather's reply, she wouldn't have known that her uncle had a son named Meng Ninglang, who was only one year younger than her.

She just wrote a letter, and the people in the Meng residence were so excited and tried their best to be nice to her.

She could feel that the people in the Meng Mansion really cared about her. Does that mean that the Meng Mansion had always been silently caring about her, but just didn't come forward to meet her?

Did Yun Xiang and Ye Shi not kill him because they were afraid of the existence of the Meng Mansion? Did they always accept the benefits of the Meng Mansion, prevent the Meng Mansion from contacting him directly, and lie to the Meng Mansion that they were taking good care of him?

The more Yun Mujiu thought about it, the gloomier he felt.

If that's the case, Yun Boliang's family is really nothing! When she recovers from her injuries, she will go out and find out the truth.

She put the envelope and the things in the box away, and noticed that the letter and the box had not been opened, and her eyes flashed. Ye Xiaohan didn't even check the things sent by the Meng Mansion. Did he start to trust me?

She put the things into the dressing cabinet in the inner room and locked it up without doing any further processing. The Ye Mansion was heavily guarded, and no one would touch such things.

At the Yun Mansion, a servant came hurriedly and handed Prime Minister Yun the prince's visiting card.

Prime Minister Yun was already overwhelmed by the appearance of unknown letters in the court, and some officials also had letters that contained trivial evidence of his corruption.

Before one wave subsides, another wave rises.

He was even more troubled when he saw the prince's post. The prince said that he had not seen Yun Shirou for a long time and wanted to visit her or invite her out to meet him.

Prime Minister Yun looked at the servant and said with a stern face, "Just say that Shirou has caught a cold. I am afraid of disturbing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so it would be better to meet again another day."

Now that his family members are suffering from an unknown disease, he must conceal it, otherwise he will not even have the opportunity to attend the court, and the emperor will gradually pay less attention to him. Currently, only a few people around the emperor and some imperial doctors know about it, and no one else knows that his wife and children are suffering from a strange disease.

The servant left as ordered, but Yun Xiang's face was still gloomy. Zheng Yuan was the eldest disciple of Doctor Shi, but he couldn't relieve the pain of his wife and children. Who else could cure them?

A little maid wearing a veil ran over and said in a panic, "Master, the lady, the young lady and the young master are vomiting blood again. What should we do?"

"Have you fed them the medicine Zheng Yuan prescribed?"

The little maid replied, "We have fed them, but they still look very uncomfortable, crying and shouting in pain."

"Make some more medicine and continue feeding."

"Sir, the lady called your name, do you want to go and see her?"

Yun Xiang waved his hand, "I still have official business to attend to, I'll go there later." He found a good excuse and turned to go to the study. It's not that he didn't want to visit, but he was also afraid of being infected!

He secretly made up his mind that if neither Zheng Yuan nor Doctor Shi could cure his wife and children's illness, he would plead with the emperor to invite Doctor Wu!

If my daughter's face gets rotten any more, how can she please the prince and become the future queen?

If my son doesn't recover, how can he go to the academy to study, pass the imperial examinations and gain a good academic title, so as to help him achieve higher levels of power and status in the officialdom?

“Ah! Ahhh…”

From time to time, screams could be heard in the courtyard where Ye lived. The servants in the mansion had long been accustomed to it. Every day when Ye was ill, she would always scream and yell. The servants covered their ears and continued to work.

Ye rolled around on the bed with a ferocious expression. She just hugged her daughter and talked to her that night, but she didn't expect to be infected so quickly.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Damn it! How did I get a strange disease?"

Her hands were tied by the servants, so she couldn't scratch. Many of the red pimples on her face had been scratched by her, and her face became bumpy and looked a little uncomfortable.

Tortured by the pain, she couldn't help but reflect: Is this retribution? She had harmed Meng Wanzhou and Yun Mujiu, who had been poisoned for years and now almost died of illness. Could this be the retribution God gave her...

In a courtyard adjacent to the Ye family, Yun Shirou was also tossing and turning on the bed, swearing constantly.

"Are you blind? Can't you see that my face is itchy!"

"You bunch of bastards, untie me now!"

"Tickle me quick!"

The three maids, wearing veils, knelt on the ground and took turns speaking words of comfort.

"Miss, please bear with it for a while."

"Miss, please protect your face..."

"Miss, the medicine will be ready soon, just bear with me..."

Yun Shirou felt so upset that she wanted to die, and she changed the target of her insults.

"It's Yun Mujiu's fault! She's the one who hurt me! Bitch!"

"When I get better, I'm going to kill her! Kill her!"

She had an argument with Yun Mujiu that day, and she became ill when she returned home. She couldn't figure out who else could have hurt her, so that person could only be Yun Mujiu! It had to be Yun Mujiu!

The three maids breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Yes, Miss, you were harmed by someone. You are innocent."

Some people are like this. When they encounter difficulties and cannot solve them by themselves, they can only vent their emotions on others to relieve the burden in their hearts. Yun Shirou belongs to this kind of people. She has been spoiled since she was a child, does not like introspection, and likes to blame others for her mistakes.

...

The prince walked happily in the palace. He had just been received by the emperor. The emperor had been busy with state affairs recently, so he assigned him some tasks to receive envoys from other countries.

The prince felt that he was valued by the emperor, and he felt elated and in a much better mood.

He was whistling all the way, not paying much attention to the road, and almost bumped into someone at a corner.

"Bang!" The porcelain broke and liquid splashed.

"That blind thing! He almost bumped into me!" The prince looked down and saw the fragments of the white porcelain wine pot and smelled the rich aroma of wine.

The young eunuch in front of him fell to his knees, and the tray in his hands fell to the ground. "Your Highness, please forgive me! It's my fault for being blind!"

The prince glanced at the young eunuch sideways, then noticed the man in red behind the young eunuch and raised his chin.

"Hey, isn't this the Seventh Prince? Why are you here?"

Ye Chufeng nodded and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Your Highness, I was just about to go to the music hall, so I asked my servants to bring some fine wine over."

"Oh?" The prince became interested. "This wine smells very good, a bit like the lamb wine that my father made."

Ye Chufeng smiled, "That's right, my father gave me some wine. Prince, do you want to drink with me?"

The prince looked at Ye Chufeng's handsome face and felt a little unhappy. He then remembered that the emperor had sent Ye Chufeng to the Ye Mansion. His limelight was stolen! He sneered, "My brother is still the best at having fun. I can't compare to you!"

Ye Chufeng pretended not to hear the prince's ridicule and continued, "How can I compare to you, prince! I don't know anything, I just know a little about wine. I'm afraid I don't have as much experience as you when it comes to drinking."

The prince kicked the broken porcelain pieces and said in a haughty tone: "Of course." Ye Chufeng was nothing but a powerless prince.