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

Prince Qing opened his thin lips slightly, followed by a slight but clear cough.

His gaze slowly turned towards Mu Xia, and his voice was filled with a barely perceptible weakness: "Mu Xia, immediately send someone to investigate this matter thoroughly. There must be no mistakes."

"Yes, sir." Mu Xia responded and retreated.

When Wang Qishen saw the King of Qing coughing with some difficulty, he couldn't help but feel tenderness and pity in his heart, and his eyes were full of concern.

Prince Qing gently stroked his chest, as if trying to dispel the heaviness, and, trying to lower his voice, which was slightly hoarse from coughing, he slowly said, "Mr. Wang, what is your opinion on the Imperial Master's suggestion that the Crown Prince and Crown Princess accompany me to the capital?"

"Imperial Physician Wu once asserted that my health was too poor to endure a long journey, let alone a trip to Jiangnan. However, the Imperial Preceptor's words diverge significantly from Imperial Physician Wu's, which is puzzling."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qishen's brows flashed with solemnity. After a moment's contemplation, he spoke slowly, weighing each word carefully: "Imperial Physician Wu said that Your Highness's illness does not allow Him to travel to Jiangnan in person. However, what the Imperial Master said is completely different from what Imperial Physician Wu said."

"I dare to speculate that perhaps the Crown Princess has a plan to help the Prince recover from his illness and travel south safely."

"Crown Princess..." Prince Qing opened his thin lips and chewed on these three words over and over again, and the elegant and refined figure involuntarily emerged in his mind.

These days, he was staying at home, and the medicine he took had some hypnotic effect. Every time he took the medicine, he would lean on the small couch and take a nap.

Each of these short breaks would lead him into a short and warm dream.

In his dream, he saw a beautiful figure treating his illness.

Whenever the bitter medicine slid down his throat, she would always hand him a sweet candied fruit at the right time.

Knowing that he had lost his appetite due to illness, she even went to the kitchen to cook for him herself.

As time went by, her cooking skills seemed to grow along with her emotions, and each dish became more and more exquisite, perfectly suiting his taste.

And his illness gradually improved under the careful care of the beautiful figure in his dream.

But these dreams are always intermittent.

And every time he woke up from a dream, he would forget the face of that beautiful figure.

He subconsciously felt that the beautiful figure was not Jiaojiao. Although Jiaojiao loved him, she had never done any housework. Not to mention cooking, she didn't even know any medical skills.

Therefore, the shadow in the dream is definitely not beautiful.

King Qing thought about it for several days but still couldn't figure out the man's identity.

He slowly opened his eyelids, looked at Wang Qishen, and said softly, "Mr. Wang, in your opinion, is it possible for dreams to come true?"

Wang Qishen pondered for a moment after hearing this, then looked at the Qing King solemnly and said, "I firmly believe that people's dreams must have deep meanings and are not groundless. They will carry certain warnings."

"May I ask, Your Majesty, what exactly happened in your dream?"

The Prince of Qing opened his red lips slightly, his voice gentle and deep: "In my dream, I saw a woman gently washing my hands and cooking soup for me. Even more miraculous is that she was able to cure my stubborn illness."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qishen's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he said, "This dream must be a good omen. Perhaps it indicates that Your Highness's trip to the south of the Yangtze River will be smooth and successful."

Hearing this, a hint of joy appeared in the eyes of the Qing King, "Then I will take advantage of Mr. Wang's good words."

……

Meng Mansion

When Lord Meng learned that the Xiao family not only had an audience with His Majesty but was also promoted to imperial merchants, he felt a mixture of emotions.

He stared at the note in his hand, the haze in his eyes grew thicker, and an inexplicable sense of crisis quietly grew, as if something was quietly slipping out of his control.

Lord Meng gripped the note tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure. His gaze was as sharp as a torch as he turned to the man standing inside. His voice was low and firm: "Send more people and make sure to thoroughly investigate their whereabouts. If necessary... there's no need to show mercy!"

The man's eyes flickered with surprise, "Okay, but regarding the remuneration..."

Upon hearing this, Lord Meng frowned slightly and said, "Haven't I already given you the reward in one lump sum?" There was a hint of confusion and slight annoyance in his words.

The man's lips curled up in a playful smile. "Last time, it was a supervisory position. This time is very different. We might even see bloodshed. What if we take care of those three people for Lord Meng, but he becomes suspicious and wants to kill them to silence them? Then we have to leave a way out for ourselves and prepare some money so we can escape."

Lord Meng's eyes darkened instantly, clearly not expecting his opponent to be able to see through his hidden agenda. He gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few words: "I understand. I'll give you another hundred taels later."

Hearing this, a smile instantly appeared on the man's face.

……

Erquan soon regained consciousness under the careful care of Meng Tingyue's men, but he was still unable to move.

Meng Tingyue took people out of the city as soon as he heard the news.

When she stepped into the gate of the farmyard, she saw that the house was crowded with people, the sounds of busy footsteps and whispers were intertwined, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"What exactly happened?" Qing Dian flashed and swiftly stopped a maid who was walking hurriedly and looking nervous, and asked anxiously.

The maid was obviously a servant in the prince's mansion. She recognized Qingdian and Meng Tingyue standing side by side with her at a glance, and hurriedly bowed.

There was a hint of panic in her voice: "Someone has secretly poisoned the medicine. The person in the room has been severely poisoned and is in critical condition. I am about to go find a doctor to treat him."

The maidservant looked even more anxious. "The old doctor who was originally stationed at the farm had a family emergency and has hurried back. The new doctor is still on the way and has not arrived yet."

After hearing this news, Meng Tingyue already had some understanding in her mind, and the figure of the person behind the scenes quickly took shape in her mind.

She frowned, turned around and walked quickly towards the house in front of her without saying a word.

Seeing this, the maid in the room hurriedly bowed, with a bit of panic and uneasiness in her movements.

Meng Tingyue had no time to care about anything else. She walked straight to the bedside and gently placed her slender fingers on Erquan's wrist. The pulse she felt from her fingertips was heavy and disordered.

Her eyes fell on Erquan's face, and she felt relieved when she saw that his lips had not yet turned purple.

"How long has he been poisoned?" Meng Tingyue's voice was calm and steady.

The maid quickly replied, "It's less than a cup of tea."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue felt relieved and immediately ordered, "Quickly prepare salt water and soft feathers."