Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

"It's quite difficult!" Chu Jinxun didn't dare to make any boasts on this point. Since it was a rare and precious medicinal material, how could someone who wanted to kill him give it to him?

A few days ago, Bao Yishi tried to please the Third Prince, so he sent Bao Yishi directly to the Third Prince's mansion.

He knew, of course, that Bao Yishi wasn't the Third Prince's man. He simply saw the direction the wind was blowing, seeing that the Third Prince was not only in charge of the Spring Examination but had also been assigned other tasks. This was a sign of his rise, so he rushed to curry favor.

But Bao Yishi was sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs when the palace was established. He didn't dare to use him and sent him away with an excuse.

But just two days later, the Ministry of Internal Affairs sent another chief secretary, Ding Zhangyi, who was more smooth and did his work flawlessly.

Rather than saying it’s the emperor’s great grace, it’s better to say it’s the strict surveillance!

Imperial Physician Qi comes twice a month. I’m afraid he’s not concerned about whether he’s well, but when he will die!

"Just get sick again!" Yan Xining looked at him and smiled. "If you're dying, Prince An's Mansion will post a reward and look for a famous doctor. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

Chu Jinxun understood immediately: "He wants me dead, but he doesn't want others to know that he wants me dead. Just like how he treated the Fuguogong Manfu before."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes. "Isn't that ridiculous? A jealous and distrustful king. His hands are stained with the blood of loyal ministers, yet he's afraid of being criticized in history books! He only cares about his reputation before and after his death!"

"Yes, that's right! He cares about his reputation both before and after his death. Prince An's Mansion is offering a large reward for anyone who can find a doctor or medicine. They're missing a certain ingredient, the Stone Spirit Herb. There's also news that the Imperial Palace has this medicine, and someone has even set up a huge bet in the capital."

Her brows narrowed, and she chuckled softly, "On one hand, I'm betting that even if the Emperor doesn't care about his son, he'll definitely consider the last bit of blood left by the Duke of Fuguo, and will definitely give him the Stone Spirit Grass. On the other hand, I'm betting that Prince An is already seriously ill and on the verge of death, so the Emperor will definitely not waste such a precious herb. What do you think?"

Chu Jinxun's eyebrows relaxed, and the look he gave her was like a honeyed gaze, trying to trap her deeply: "It's just that the person who set up the gambling game is likely to be arrested and killed!"

Yan Xining didn't care at all: "Money makes the world go round. We don't have to show up, just spread the word and someone will naturally do it!"

"Then I'll do as you say!"

"In a few days it will be the Dragon Boat Festival. The palace will host a banquet. That will be a great day!"

“I think it’s great too!”

The two smiled at each other, and that smile was full of tacit understanding and confidence in future plans.

Yan Xining stood up and said, "It's settled. I'm leaving now!"

The girl's long sleeves brushed past his fingertips, and Chu Jinxun subconsciously grabbed them: "Xining, aren't you going to ask me?"

"What do I ask you for?"

"What's with the mist and the chills I feel all over my body?"

Yan Xining blinked: "Oh, what's going on?"

"I was poisoned, and no medicine had any effect before. Later, by chance, I practiced a kind of martial arts that can force the toxins out of my body. Although only a little bit at a time, after that my whole body will feel like it is in an ice cellar." Chu Jinxun looked at her with clear eyes without blinking.

At this moment, she was standing and he was sitting. He tilted his head slightly with a sincere look on his face.

Yan Xining glanced at him and said, "Your skills are quite powerful. Do you know what I thought of you the first time I saw you? You're lucky to be able to live to the age of twenty and wait for a wedding. So there's no such thing as luck in this world. Is it just that my fate is determined by my own hands?"

She laughed and said, "I was wondering how a seriously ill person could have eight-pack abs!"

Seeing that she didn't care, wasn't angry, and even started teasing him, Chu Jinxun's heart slowly settled down: "Aren't you angry?"

"It's normal for you not to tell others about this kind of life-saving thing, right? Why should I be angry?"

"You are no one else!"

Yan Xining's eyes moved slightly, and she lowered her eyelashes to look at him. She was stunned for a moment in his serious eyes, and then smiled and said, "Don't use your skills to force out the poison. The little bit you force out is really negligible. You had no choice before, but now you have me, so you don't have to work so hard! If you accidentally freeze yourself into an ice sculpture, it will be even more troublesome."

"There is me", these two words are so beautiful.

Chu Jinxun only felt a warmth rising from his heart and slowly spreading over his limbs, making him feel warmer than soaking in warm water before.

Yan Xining looked at him with a smile: "Can you let go of my sleeve now?"

Chu Jinxun quickly let go, embarrassed: "I'm sorry, it's not wrinkled, right? I'll ask Yunshangju to send a few more sets over!"

"Thank you!" She said in a relaxed tone, opened the door and left.

Chu Jinxun looked at the direction she left and smiled slowly. Could his poison really be cured? That's great!

In the past, due to his sick body, no matter how many thoughts he had in his mind, he had to suppress them.

When he gets better, he can be with her and do many things she wants to do, such as traveling around the world. Just thinking about it makes people yearn for it.

Yan Xining left the palace through the side door.

After the Spring Examination, the candidates left, and the business of Zhuangyuanlou was not affected, but the number of guests in the inn behind it decreased by almost two-thirds.

However, she had thought about this problem a long time ago. This place is not a place with a lot of customers. Zhuangyuanlou's business is based on its dishes.

But the inn is a bit afraid of having good wine in a remote alley.

Fortunately, she had considered this issue at the beginning. The layout of the inn is different from others and is divided into areas.

For example, the small garden where the scholars used to drink and chat is located in the East District. It can be rented out separately and used to host banquets, etc.

The area in the west district can be turned into a gathering place for elegant people.

In the front yard of the North District, she wanted the owner to turn it into a hand-talking parlor.

With Zhuangyuanlou as a hub, there is no shortage of customers.

She gathered the two shopkeepers together and held a small meeting with them to discuss the business. She asked them to implement the idea.

After this discussion, it got dark.

She returned to her room on the third floor of Zhuangyuan Building and took a pen to write and draw.

What I discussed with Chu Jinxun was simple to say, but in order to achieve the desired effect, I still needed to consider the details.

She was not worried. As long as she provided ideas, Chu Jinxun had the manpower to do the job and should be able to do it well.

Finally, she put down her pen.

The white paper was filled with words, three whole pages.

At the top were the words "Plan." She had four adjacent shops on South Street for sale, and she wanted to buy them and open a business.

She put what she had written into the drawer and stretched in a rather ungraceful manner.

Chu Jinxun gave her a lot of convenience. She had a separate courtyard and she chose the people in the courtyard herself. The palace would not interfere. Even when Chu Jinxun went to her courtyard, he would politely ask someone to inform her first.

But she still felt that it was not her home.

For example, she doesn't do business matters in Qingwuyuan.

She uses this place as her office, where it is quiet and no one disturbs her.

At night, the entire Zhuangyuan Building was quiet. The shopkeeper and the waiters had all left, and the whole place belonged to her!

She took the lamp and went to the kitchen on the first floor to get some hot water. After washing up, she prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, then dimmed, and everything was suddenly pitch black.

Yan Xining turned around quickly, took three steps back, spun around, leaned his back against the wall, and looked in the direction where the wind had just blown from.