Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

The sleepiness in Meng Tingyue's mind disappeared without a trace the moment she saw Shen Yunheng.

Shen Yunheng changed his clothes and walked out from behind the screen with a leisurely pace.

Meng Tingyue stood obediently beside the couch, with a sweet smile on her face, and her eyes, slightly upturned, flashed with tiny rays of light.

Shen Yunheng only needed to take a quick glance to know that she had something to ask for.

He leisurely walked to the table and sat down gracefully. His eyes fell on Meng Tingyue with a bit of inquiry. His voice was low and deep, "Speak."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue pursed her lips and smiled. With quick and decisive movements, she gently held the two scrolls in her hands and moved lightly to sit next to Shen Yunheng.

Shen Yunheng's gaze naturally fell on the painting in Meng Tingyue's arms.

Meng Tingyue spoke first to explain, "The capital was hit by a series of torrential rains a few days ago, so I decided to take all the precious books and paintings in the mansion outside to dry them. While sorting out the books and paintings in the house, I accidentally saw the portrait that my husband had collected."

After she finished speaking, Meng Tingyue spread out one of the paintings, and the painting on the paper jumped into the eyes of the two people.

Then she deftly unfolded another painting.

"This painting was created by a painter I met two months ago when my husband and I were touring the peach forest."

Shen Yunheng knew at a glance that the paintings were from the same person.

That day he recognized that the painter was the imperial master, but did not point it out.

He also knew that the Imperial Master wanted to paint a picture for Meng Tingyue, but he never expected that the Imperial Master would be so bold as to paint such a picture.

If he remembered correctly, that day was the first time he and Meng Tingyue met in name only.

"Looking at the brushstrokes of this painting, it seems to be the work of one person. However, I have a doubt in my heart. The scene in the painting seems to have never appeared before, and yet the painter was able to use his extraordinary imagination to depict it so vividly and realistically, as if he had experienced it in person. It is truly amazing."

There was admiration and a hint of curiosity in Meng Tingyue's words.

"The painter is very skilled. It would be wonderful if we were lucky enough to find him and ask him to paint a portrait for us."

"Does my husband know where this painter is now?"

"If you are really curious, I can send someone to find this painter for you." Shen Yunheng said lightly.

"Thank you, husband." Meng Tingyue gently rolled up the two scrolls and put them away carefully.

Changing the subject, she asked, "My husband, have you seen the plan I sent you?"

Shen Yunheng nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashing across his face. "I've read it carefully. The method you proposed is both reasonable and well-organized. You can proceed with it."

"In that case, I will give the order and start arranging everything. As for the escort driver in the escort company, I'll trouble you to find him." Meng Tingyue's brows relaxed, and her eyes were filled with joy.

In the next few days, Meng Tingyue devoted herself to the affairs of the escort agency.

Dealing with the escort agency's affairs during the day.

At night, he turned to researching Ningxiang ointment.

Occasionally you can hear some fun.

"Crown Princess, I just ran into Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen. She told me that a shop in the capital is selling rice and herbs at low prices. We certainly don't lack rice, but as for the herbs... do you want me to buy some?"

Qinglan knew that Meng Tingyue needed medicinal herbs these days, so he told her what he had heard during the day.

"Selling rice and medicinal herbs at low prices?" Meng Tingyue was a little confused.

It is now May, the beginning of summer, and the new grain has not yet been harvested. Why is there so much rice that is so urgent to sell?

Moreover, medicinal herbs are durable to store, and some varieties become more valuable only after years of storage. Why would anyone be in a hurry to sell medicinal herbs?

Meng Tingyue asked softly, her tone inquiring: "Do you know which shops are selling at low prices?"

Qinglan was prepared and immediately replied, "We've checked. It's the old fine grain shop in the south of the city and the Wu family pharmacy in the west of the city."

Upon hearing the news, Meng Tingyue's eyes flickered slightly, and she instantly guessed something, with a faint and slightly sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth.

Qinglan looked at the sudden smile on her young lady's face, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she asked puzzledly: "Crown Princess?"

Meng Tingyue whispered softly, "Send someone tomorrow to buy all the herbs I need these days, and buy some extra for emergencies. The rest will be stored in the warehouse."

"Afterwards, you should visit Doctor Luo in person and ask him if he needs any additional herbs."

"After all, during this rush to sell off medicinal herbs, it's rare to have such a leisurely opportunity to pick up a bargain. We must seize the opportunity."

If she remembered correctly, those two shops were properties of the Qing Palace.

If her guess was correct, Meng Qingjiao must have known that Hengzhou was in danger and the court needed a lot of rice and herbs for support, so she had the idea of ​​making money from the national crisis and stockpiled more rice and herbs.

However, she did not expect that the imperial court would choose to cooperate with the Xiao family in this life. Not only could she not make money from the national crisis, but she also faced the risk of losing the grain.

I started selling at a low price only when I was forced to do so and stopped the loss in time.

Forget about the rice, but these medicinal herbs can be stored for a long time, so there is no need to sell them in a hurry.

If her guess was correct, Meng Qingjiao probably had squandered most of it.

Meng Qingjiao was worried that the King of Qing would find out, so she could only secretly sell the purchased medicinal herbs at a low price to fill the gap.

She didn't even need to do anything, Meng Qingjiao was able to get herself into a lot of trouble, which was simply stupid.

Thinking of this, sarcasm appeared on Meng Tingyue's lips again.

Qinglan felt that the Crown Princess was in a good mood, but she couldn't figure out why she was so happy. She just thought it was because she could save some money.

"Yes." Qinglan nodded in response.

On the birthday of the old lady of Marquis Pingyang, Meng Tingyue and Shen Yunheng went to the banquet together.

The old marquis made great military achievements for the Great Zhou during his lifetime. After the old marquis passed away, his descendants were no less capable and continued to defend the country on the battlefield.

However, the men of this generation in the Pingyang Marquis Mansion failed to achieve outstanding military achievements, and the Pingyang Marquis Mansion was no longer as glorious as before.

The old lady was undoubtedly surprised that Shen Yunheng came in person.

Upon hearing that the nobles in the palace had also sent gifts, the old lady of Pingyang Marquis' eyes turned red, tears flashed in her eyes, and her legs involuntarily wanted to bend down to show respect.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yunheng gently helped him up, speaking with a respectful tone and sincere eyes, "Father will always remember the great contributions the old marquis made to the Great Zhou territory. He firmly believes that the old marquis's bloodline will one day be like a pearl temporarily covered by dust, which will be wiped off and bloom with dazzling light."

"Yes, I definitely will." The old lady's eyes were red and tears were flashing. She nodded repeatedly, with her young and lovely grandson following closely beside her.

When the young boy heard how much the Crown Prince and the Queen Mother valued the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion, a warm warmth involuntarily appeared in his eyes, and his heart was filled with emotion.

The old lady gently lifted her handkerchief and wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes. She smiled and invited, "Your Highness, Crown Prince, Crown Princess, please come in."

The news that the Crown Prince personally came to the mansion for the banquet and that the Emperor and Empress had bestowed gifts spread quickly to every corner of the capital like a spring breeze.

Those officials who had been reluctant to set foot in Pingyang Marquis Mansion because it seemed a bit desolate, now all carried various gifts and hurried to the gate of the mansion, fearing that they would miss this rare opportunity to curry favor with the Marquis.

The Pingyang Marquis's Mansion was suddenly crowded with people.