Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

"Be careful..." Mrs. Wang felt as if struck by lightning. Her body trembled violently and she froze in place.

“Madam…Madam…” Mother Zhang hurriedly supported her shaky body.

"Impossible, Doctor Hu will definitely be able to cure you, Doctor Hu... Doctor Hu..." Mrs. Wang's tears poured out like a flood, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you have been fine, how could your old illness suddenly relapse?"

"Madam, please excuse me for a moment and talk." Doctor Hu came out from the inner room with a silver needle in his hand.

"Doctor Hu, Doctor Hu, please tell me something. Is Shenzhi of our family sure to be fine? He has been in good health since he was young and has never had any serious illness." Mrs. Wang wiped away her tears and looked at Doctor Hu as if she had seen the last straw. She said anxiously, "Shenzhi must be joking."

"Madam..." Mother Zhang said softly, "Let's go outside and talk. This is not the place to talk."

As he spoke, he helped her walk out. Doctor Hu handed the silver needle to his apprentice behind him and quickly followed.

"Doctor Hu, you say..." Mrs. Wang's face was full of anticipation, her hands clasped together.

"Madam, please forgive me for speaking frankly. The prince's illness is indeed a bit strange." Doctor Hu frowned and said attentively, "If it was just overwork and a cold, these symptoms would not be likely. They are more like signs of poisoning. When the prince was in the northern border, his leg was poisoned by an arrow. Although he has recovered, the blood and qi at that time may have transferred to the heart and lungs. But madam, don't worry too much, let me take a closer look. The prince has woken up now, so he should be fine."

Mrs. Wang took a deep breath and felt a little relieved. With tears in her eyes, she bowed deeply to Doctor Hu and said, "Doctor Hu, Shenzhi's life is in your hands."

"Madam, I can't do that. I can't afford your gift." Doctor Hu quickly dodged and said, "The prince is worried too much and exhausted. If someone can enlighten him, it may help. Maybe he has some unresolved issues. Madam, please do your best to help him."

"Thank you, Doctor Hu." Madam Wang nodded and turned to walk into the inner room.

Mother Zhang naturally understood the prince's knot, but the matter was already difficult to resolve. If Madam Wang really told the story of Chan Yi and her son's escape, the Marquis would never let her go easily. And Aunt Liu and her daughter, who were imprisoned in the farm, would definitely escape.

Mother Zhang was in an extremely heavy mood, as she knew very well what was going on in Mrs. Wang's heart.

"Shenzhi, as long as you can get better, mother will agree to anything you want." Madam Wang sat by the bed, looking at her son with his eyes slightly closed, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted. "Shenzhi, do you know that mother has tried her best to help you cancel the marriage with Wuyang Marquis's family? Although there are some signs of success at the moment, there may still be some problems. But please believe that mother will definitely help you cancel the marriage. Mother has thought about it, as long as you feel comfortable, your marriage is all up to you."

Pei Jin opened his eyes slightly and looked at his mother who had aged in an instant. Although he felt reluctant, in order to find out the truth about Chan Yi and An Er as soon as possible, he had to secretly collude with Doctor Hu and deceive his mother. It was really a helpless move.

"Thank you, mother." Pei Jinqiang forced a smile and whispered, "I'm sorry for making you sad for me."

"Shenzhi, Doctor Hu will definitely find a way to save you. You must relax and have a good sleep, maybe you will get better." Mrs. Wang held back her tears, turned around and wiped her tears, forced a smile and spoke gently to Pei Jin.

Pei Jin nodded, his face turning even paler.

Leaving Zhuxiang Garden and heading to the main courtyard, Mrs. Wang remained silent. Seeing her tightly clutching her handkerchief, Mrs. Zhang knew how much pain she felt.

"Madam, for the sake of the prince, how about you..." Mother Zhang asked tentatively.

She had just thought about it. If she secretly told the prince about this matter and asked him to go to Luocheng first to confirm that Chanyi and An'er were safe and sound, and then make careful plans for the rest of the matter, it might be a feasible plan.

"Yufen." Madam Wang whispered, "This matter must not be told to anyone unless it is absolutely necessary. Shenzhi has already reported the news of An'er's death to the palace. If An'er dies again... this is a real crime of deceiving the emperor! Even if Your Majesty and the Crown Prince let me go, Pei Yunshan will definitely kill me."

"Madam, I understand your difficulties, but if the prince is troubled by this matter, the consequences will be disastrous." Mother Zhang looked at Madam Wang with a worried look, "Why don't you reveal something to him first, just say that Chanyi and An'er are not dead. It's just that in order to protect their safety, they cannot be allowed to return to the capital for the time being. Maybe the prince will believe it."

"Shenzhi has never been a person who trusts others easily. If he hadn't seen Chanyi and An'er with his own eyes, he would never have believed it." Madam Wang shed tears and said, "Did you get any news from your side?"

"Madam, I haven't had time to tell you yet, but I just received news that the manager from Luocheng is coming to Beijing today. I will go to the shop to see him tonight." Madam Zhang whispered, "Don't worry, they will be safe."

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In a farmyard in Zhuantang Town, Chan Yi was doing needlework in the house.

After a few days here, she found that every household in Zhuantang Town was engaged in spinning silk. They bought silk cocoons from silkworm farmers, spun them into silk and wove them into silk cloth, which they sent to the city to sell. After dyeing and embroidering these silk cloths, they were even more valuable and eventually became the exclusive clothing of the princes and nobles. Ordinary people could not enjoy these silks at all.

Chan Yi thought that if she opened a small workshop in the town to dye, weave and embroider silk, it might be a way to make a living.

She briefly mentioned this idea to Shopkeeper Zhang, and he unexpectedly agreed with her. He said that they had ready-made female workers in their shop who could help with embroidery samples and make silk into ready-made clothes to sell in the city. If sales were good, they could start mass production. There were many wealthy people in Jiangyin City, and as long as the goods were good, they would not have to worry about not being able to sell them.

When Chan Yi heard what he said, she felt like a cat scratching her heart, and she wanted to do something immediately. However, this matter required a lot of funds, so she didn't dare to act rashly, and had to plan it carefully.

"Girl, stop embroidering. Your eyes are going to get damaged." Mother Zhou muttered, "We don't have much to do in our house. Why don't we dismiss that little girl? I can handle all the work by myself."

"Mom, you only know how to save money for me." Chan Yi smiled, "I brought you here because I want you to live a good life. Don't worry, I have money in my hands."

"Girl..." Zhou's mother scolded, "You saved all that money with your hard work. We will have many other places to spend money in the future."

"Yes." Chan Yi looked up at her and said with a smile, "So we have to find a way to make more money. We can move to the city and live a good life as rich people."