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

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Shen Yunheng's gaze fell on the soldiers who were rushing over. His black eyes were deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

The soldier hurriedly reported: "Your Highness, the Third Prince has fainted due to a sudden illness."

Upon hearing the news, Shen Yunheng's eyes narrowed slightly, then he stood up without hesitation and walked out with big strides.

Meng Tingyue followed closely behind.

Meng Tingyue followed closely behind, speculating secretly in her heart. She guessed that the Prince of Qing was probably furious because of the Ningxiangju incident, which had aggravated his condition.

The King of Qing's body was so easily affected by anger that it seemed that he was at the end of his rope and didn't have much time left.

Meng Tingyue was thinking this in her heart, but her pace did not slow down at all. She followed Shen Yunheng to the Prince of Qing's Mansion.

After a meticulous examination, Imperial Physician Wu slowly stood up and reported the Prince of Qing's condition to Shen Yunheng in detail with a solemn expression: "Your Highness the Prince of Qing was already frail and ill, and this unexpected shock has only made matters worse, making his already frail body even more precarious. If there is another similar blow, I'm afraid..."

Although Doctor Wu did not finish his words, his worry was evident, causing Shen Yunheng's mood to sink to the bottom.

Shen Yunheng's gaze suddenly became sharp as a knife, piercing Mu Xia, who lowered her head beside him. His voice was low and full of questions: "As the personal guard of His Highness Prince Qing, why did you fail to do your best to protect him? Why did he feel so provoked?"

Mu Xia knelt on the ground and after much hesitation told Shen Yunheng what had happened.

Prince Qing is not in good health now, and this matter is urgent and cannot be delayed. He can only entrust this heavy responsibility to the Crown Prince and ask His Royal Highness to handle it on his behalf.

When Meng Tingyue heard that Meng Qingjiao had imprisoned those ladies who came to seek justice without authorization, she felt a surge of shock in her heart.

Should I say she is brave or stupid?

She arrested people without investigating the matter thoroughly. Did she think that these people were sent by her to cause trouble?

A hint of sarcasm quietly emerged in the depths of Meng Tingyue's eyes.

After much painstaking effort, the King of Qing finally married such a "capable person". I really don't know whether I should sigh at his misfortune or laugh at his absurdity.

Shen Yunheng lowered his eyelids slightly, his heart raging like a raging fire, yet he still tried his best to maintain his composure and dignity. He asked in a low voice, "Where is Princess Qing now?"

Mu Xia hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke slowly, a hint of hesitation in her voice barely perceptible: "The princess should be resting in Bright Moon Courtyard right now."

"When Prince Qing encountered such a disaster, why didn't the princess stay by his bedside?" Shen Yunheng's tone revealed a hint of displeasure.

Mu Xia looked embarrassed and explained, "The prince...didn't want the princess to worry, so no one has gone to report this yet."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yunheng frowned as if he could squeeze water out of his brows, his expression full of solemnity and dissatisfaction.

"Invite Princess Qing here immediately." He ordered, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Mu Xia retreated, leaving the room in silence.

At this moment, Doctor Wu, who was standing by, saw this and quickly bowed. His voice was filled with a bit of awe, "Your Highness, His Royal Highness Prince Qing is still suffering from a high fever. I must hurry down to prepare some medicine for him."

After saying this, Doctor Wu slowly retreated.

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyelids and stood quietly aside, like a silent statue. Although she remained expressionless, there was a hint of sarcasm and a secret joy that was difficult to conceal flowing in her eyes.

After Shen Yunheng gave the order, he turned around and happened to catch a glimpse of Meng Tingyue's waiting figure. His heart paused, his thoughts swirled for a while, but he finally did not ask her for help.

Although he was not fully aware of the complicated past between the two, his deep intuition told him that even if he spoke, Meng Tingyue might not sincerely treat Prince Qing.

At the same time, Meng Qingjiao was leisurely in the house, eating delicious and juicy fruits and listening to the storyteller's vivid narration. Her mind had already drifted far away, and her heart and eyes were filled with the beautiful vision of a future of abundant wealth and a fruitful return.

Once she suppresses Meng Tingyue and cures Prince Qing's illness, she will be able to return to the trajectory of her previous life.

Ziqing stood quietly by the side. Her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure scurrying through the courtyard and she quickly whispered, "Princess, Mu Xia, who is with the prince, is here."

Meng Qingjiao slowly opened her meaningful eyes, a hint of curiosity quietly emerging in them. She gracefully adjusted her sitting posture and gently opened her red lips: "Oh? What is he here for?"

Before she finished speaking, Mu Xia rushed into the room like a gust of wind, looking anxious and speaking in a panicked tone: "Princess, something is wrong, the prince...is sick again!

Hearing this, the fresh fruit in Meng Qingjiao's hand fell involuntarily, jumping lightly on the wooden floor, rolling several times, and finally lying quietly in the dust.

On the way to the study, Meng Qingjiao also heard the ins and outs of King Qing's illness. Knowing that his illness was related to the shop, she felt terrified.

What shocked her even more was that those people who she originally thought were just ordinary people causing trouble for no reason were actually the wives of officials whom Prince Qing had once intended to make friends with.

Could it be that those farces were not caused by Meng Tingyue, but there was another hidden story?

When she reached the study door, Meng Qingjiao took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in her heart, and gently pushed open the door.

In the study, Shen Yunheng sat at the desk with a stern face and frosty eyes. His imposing aura made Meng Qingjiao's heart sink suddenly, and she almost fell to the ground in loss of composure.

"Greetings...Royal Brother." Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to maintain the most basic courtesy.

Shen Yunheng stared at Meng Qingjiao, his eyes flashing with scrutiny and disappointment that was hard to conceal.

He couldn't help but wonder why the Qing prince had such a special liking for this reckless woman with no sense of the overall situation. Was it simply because of her beautiful face?

Despite his inner turmoil, he still tried his best to remain calm and composed. He spoke slowly, his voice filled with unquestionable authority: "Do you know the identities of those who broke into Ningxiangju this morning? Did you investigate beforehand?"

Meng Qingjiao lowered her head, her hands clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms. She barely suppressed her inner fear, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I thought they were just troublemakers..."

"To arrest someone without conducting a thorough investigation, even the emperor, who is the supreme ruler of the country, would not dare to do such a thing. Where did you get the courage from?" Shen Yunheng's words were as sharp and cold as a sword in the cold wind.