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

As expected, Wang Qishen only heard Mu Xia whispering softly, "Sir, the financial power of the palace is actually in the hands of the princess, and the princess... seems unwilling to use the palace's money to make amends."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qishen's face froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Does the princess know what happened?"

Mu Xia nodded very slowly.

Wang Qishen's heart suddenly sank, as if his breath was being strangled by an invisible hand, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

If Mu Xia had not been quick to lend a hand, he would have stumbled and lost his composure.

Wang Qishen repeatedly stroked his chest, trying to calm his inner anger, muttering to himself, "What on earth is the princess thinking? She's still obsessed with that mere silver. She's truly short-sighted!"

Mu Xia's expression was exactly the same as Wang Qishen's, full of worry, as if she was about to burst into tears. "Sir, what should we do now?"

Wang Qishen looked at the person lying quietly on the bed with pain and fatigue. His voice was low and heavy: "No matter what, I must beg the princess to give me some money to calm down this current storm. As for the rest, we can wait until the prince wakes up before we can deal with it."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xia nodded slightly, his eyes full of helplessness and worry.

Then, the two of them left the room with heavy steps, one in front and one behind.

On the bed, the man's cheeks were faintly flushed, which contrasted sharply with his pale lips. His brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring endless pain and struggle.

His lips moved slightly, and his thin whisper echoed in the quiet air.

If someone could tiptoe closer at this moment and put their ear close to the whispering, they would surely catch a few fragmented words like these:

"I... was wrong..."

"Yue'er..."

"Wrong..."

……

Outside the capital, in a simple farmhouse.

Meng Tingyue stood beside the bed, looking at Erquan who was still asleep.

"Princess, please sit down and wait for a moment." Yan Hong whispered softly, then brought an elegant little stool and gently placed it next to Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue glanced at her and sat down gracefully.

Just now, Yan Hong sent a message, saying that the remaining toxins in Erquan's body have been completely cleared through the doctor's meticulous treatment. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he'll be awake today.

When she heard the news, she rushed here without stopping, as she was worried that something might happen again.

Upon hearing the good news, Meng Tingyue was extremely anxious and rushed over immediately, fearing that any further accidents might happen.

The last time, just when Erquan's condition was getting better and he was about to wake up, he was unfortunately attacked again.

This time, she would wait in person. She wanted to see if anyone could poison someone under her nose.

"Have you found all the silver needles that we used to test for poison last time?" Meng Tingyue tilted her head slightly, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, fixed firmly on Yan Hong, with an inquiring glint in her eyes.

Yan Hong bowed, a hint of self-blame in her tone as she slowly said, "My dear Miss, I have recovered all of them, but one of them is still missing."

"Have you carefully checked those silver needles to see if there are any poisonous residues on them?" There was a hint of coldness in Meng Tingyue's voice.

"I have asked people to check one by one, but no trace of poison was found." Yan Hong replied.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue's expression turned even colder. "It's just that, until now, the murderer still hasn't been found?"

Yan Hong felt the chill in her tone, and her heart trembled. She knelt down suddenly, "I am incompetent."

As soon as these four words came out, Meng Tingyue's face turned even colder, like ice frozen in winter. "Hundreds of people in the Prince's Mansion couldn't even catch a petty thief who poisoned someone. It's really chilling."

Yan Hong knelt on the ground, her body trembling slightly, and repeated again: "This servant is incompetent, please punish me, Princess."

Meng Tingyue stared at Yan Hong, her eyes filled with deep disappointment and helplessness.

"Go and find the maid who was responsible for testing for poisons last time."

Ah Zao was brought up.

"I am Azao, your servant, and I pay my respects to the Crown Princess." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, with an undisguised tremor.

Meng Tingyue sat upright, her eyes as sharp as a torch, her voice devoid of warmth: "Tell me, who was it that poisoned you? If you are willing to identify the mastermind behind this, I might show some mercy and spare your family's lives."

Upon hearing this, Ah Zao's body stiffened suddenly, his head drooped almost into the dust, and his shoulders twitched slightly.

"I...I really don't know when and by whom the poison was placed there!" Her voice was filled with tears, and every word was heartbreaking.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue's eyes became even colder. "Come here, this man neglected his duties and nearly caused a disaster, killing innocent people. Drag him away immediately and have him caned to death according to the law to serve as a warning to others."

As soon as the order came out, the atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.

Upon hearing this, Ah Zao's despair was beyond words. She kowtowed desperately, tears and sweat mixed together, and she cried for mercy, her voice shrill and desperate.

However, Meng Tingyue's face was stern, like a sculpture, and she remained unmoved.

Yan Hong watched Ah Zao being dragged away mercilessly, feeling extremely anxious but helpless.

In the yard, the sound of wailing and the dull sound of sticks hitting flesh were intertwined. Every wailing was filled with endless misery, piercing people's hearts, making them feel cold and shudder.

Meng Tingyue gently lowered her eyes, her face calm, as if the cruelty of the outside world had nothing to do with her. She was indifferent and detached.

After a moment, the sound outside the yard stopped abruptly, replaced by a trembling plea for mercy.

"I said...ah...I said..."

Qing Dian walked into the room with steady steps, slowly bent down, and whispered, "Crown Princess, she has confessed that it was Butler Zheng who ordered her to poison."

There was no wavering in Meng Tingyue's eyes, without a trace of surprise.

"There is no place in the Prince's Mansion for someone who betrays their master and seeks glory, and who seeks to harm innocent people with his vicious hands. Go and dissolve her indenture and send her back home. Never let her set foot here again."

Qingdian nodded slightly and then quietly retreated.

Meng Tingyue's gaze slowly turned to Yan Hong beside her, and that gaze seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

She caught the fear and shock that had not yet completely dissipated from Yan Hong's eyes.

"I will make it clear to the Crown Prince that you are no longer suitable to serve in my court. When the time comes, I will have him arrange for you to be relocated elsewhere."

When Yan Hong heard this, her heart suddenly tightened, her horror was beyond words, and she hurriedly knelt on the ground, knocking her forehead against the ground repeatedly to beg for mercy.

She was chosen to marry the princess and enter the palace to serve the future princess. If the princess refused to take her in, she would have nowhere to go and would be driven out of the palace.

Once she was kicked out of the mansion, how could she find a job as easy as the one in the Prince's Mansion?

If her father and brother knew about this, they would beat her to death.

However, Meng Tingyue's heart was as hard as iron, and no matter how Yan Hong begged, it was all in vain.

Yan Hong was finally taken away, and the surroundings became much quieter.