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

"I just arrived at the house arranged by my eldest niece, and I randomly found a maid to inquire about the rules and taboos of the Prince's Mansion to avoid making any mistakes."

"Unexpectedly, after I asked a few questions, a maid rushed in from outside the door. Without saying a word, the maid twisted my wrist and broke it. My wrist still hurts now."

"Niece, you have to make the decision for me."

Having said that, Meng Dongliang endured the pain and showed his twisted wrist to Meng Tingyue.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue slowly stretched out her hand, lightly touching Meng Dongliang's wrist with her fingertips. Suddenly, she applied force and asked softly, "Does it hurt here?"

Meng Dongliang screamed in pain and suddenly jumped up from the chair, jumping several times.

When the pain eased a little, he set his eyes on Meng Tingyue, glaring at her, his voice trembling with anger: "Niece!"

Meng Tingyue then slowly hid the smile on her lips with a handkerchief and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't use enough force. Did I hurt you, uncle? I was going to heal your wrist, but I used too much force."

"Are you a doctor?" Meng Dongliang covered his wrist, half-believing and half-doubting.

"That's right, uncle, look." Meng Tingyue gently pointed to a small table not far away, where her copied prescriptions were scattered, and there was a small basket of herbs on top. One could faintly smell the fragrance of medicine.

Meng Dongliang walked to the small table with a half-believing and half-doubting look, and glanced at it quickly, "I really can't believe that my niece actually knows medicine."

"I only know a little bit, but it's more than enough to treat my uncle."

Before she finished speaking, her tone changed and her expression became serious, "Uncle's hand injury needs to be treated as soon as possible, otherwise if it is delayed for too long, I'm afraid this hand will be useless."

Upon hearing this, Meng Dongliang's face instantly became nervous and panicked, "Then niece, please help me heal it quickly. My hand is very useful, and I, your uncle, absolutely cannot lose it!"

Great use?

I'm afraid it's used to bully men and women.

A barely perceptible chill flashed across Meng Tingyue's eyes. She slowly raised her eyes and pointed at the small table beside her. "Uncle, please take a seat. I will treat you now."

After Meng Dongliang sat down as instructed, Meng Tingyue ordered, "Qingdian, go find two guards."

"Niece, aren't you here for treatment? Why are you looking for guards?" A trace of uneasiness emerged in Meng Dongliang's heart.

"Uncle, you may not know that a wrist sprain like this requires skillful manipulation to reposition it, and the process may be painful. I'm worried that you might be unable to control yourself, so I'd like to borrow the help of the guards to ensure the smooth progress of the treatment."

Meng Tingyue's tone and expression were extremely serious. Meng Dongliang was coaxed around and could only agree half-heartedly.

"Then...then my niece has to hurry."

Meng Tingyue smiled, her eyes casting towards the two guards Qingdian had summoned. "You two, please hold on to my uncle firmly. I'm about to treat his wrist injury. There must not be the slightest mistake. If my uncle moves and the treatment is affected, I'll hold you accountable."

"Yes, sir." The two guards nodded and immediately went up to control Meng Dongliang.

Meng Dongliang saw Meng Tingyue approaching him step by step. Although she had a calm and gentle smile on her face, Meng Dongliang felt a chill on his back for no reason.

He subconsciously tried to step back, and his back hit the back of the chair.

There was no way out for him.

The guards also restrained his hands.

"Niece, you...ah——"

Meng Tingyue's hand fell on his wrist, and severe pain instantly spread from his wrist. His face was distorted with pain, and he almost struggled to escape.

The guards held his body down tightly and also pressed his legs tightly, making him unable to move at all.

Meng Tingyue twisted his wrist casually as if to do something evil, wishing she could cripple his hand right then and there so that he wouldn't be able to do evil in the future.

But she still endured it.

After torturing him for a long time, she finally restored Meng Dongliang's wrist bones.

She took the wet handkerchief handed to her by Qingdian and wiped her fingertips carefully. "Okay, let him go."

"Qingdian, come and see."

"Thank you, Princess, for the reward."

The guards left with Qingdian.

As the guards left, Meng Dongliang seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed limply on the back of the chair, trembling helplessly like a fish out of water.

His newly healed hand was shaking.

"Come here, send my uncle back to Xiyuan and take good care of him."

"Yes."

Four guards carried Meng Dongliang back to the West Garden.

Afterwards, Yanhong brought Xiaoque into the house.

Xiao Que was in the ear room and heard Meng Dongliang's cries that lasted for half a cup of tea. The sound was shrill and very satisfying.

Thinking of this, she involuntarily let go of Yan Hong's warm hand, bent her legs, and knelt down on the ground.

"Thank you, Princess, for seeking justice for this servant."

"I know you are still angry, and I can assure you that he will pay the price, but not now." Meng Tingyue explained word by word.

Xiao Que rested her forehead on the ground, her heart filled with gratitude and fear, "I am already very grateful that the Crown Princess can make the decision for me."

As a slave, after encountering such a thing and hearing the Crown Princess's previous words, she did not believe in her heart that the Crown Princess would be willing to turn against her own uncle for her.

However, the Crown Princess was willing to do this for her. Xiao Que's eyes couldn't help but become moist, and her gratitude surged like a tide.

Meng Tingyue slowly lowered her eyes and looked at her.

"I now give you two choices. Are you willing to stay in Tingyuxuan and serve me, or am I willing to give you a large sum of money, cancel your slavery, and set you free."

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Que said sincerely, "Please, Princess, let me leave the house."

Meng Tingyue tilted her head slightly, her eyes softly falling on Yan Hong: "I'll leave this matter to you to properly arrange."

"Yes." Yan Hong accepted the order.

Xiao Que kowtowed again, his forehead lightly touching the cold ground. After a few soft sounds, he slowly walked out of the room with Yan Hong.

Meng Tingyue turned to look at Qingdian, her words full of concern: "How is Qinglan injured?"

Qingdian pursed her lips slightly, a hint of helplessness and worry showing between her brows: "Although the injury is not serious, I just don't know when the knot in my heart can be truly untied."

Meng Tingyue slowly walked back to the table and sat down gracefully, her movements neither hurried nor slow. "When she's calmed down a bit, let her go see Xiao Que. Maybe she can help."

Qingdian understood instantly, "Yes."

"I have some clues about the Chen family matter that the Crown Princess had me investigate earlier."

"Two years ago, a family in Shangchen Village was indeed engulfed in flames. The entire family perished in the flames, yet the government handled the case rather hastily, hastily declaring it an unfortunate accident."

Meng Tingyue frowned slightly, "Are there any other discoveries?"

"About a year ago, a man who seemed to be a relative of the people who died in the fire came looking for his relatives, but he couldn't find them, so he asked around in the village for information."

"I have ordered someone to bring Erquan's portrait to the villagers for identification. It is indeed Erquan."