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

Meng Tingyue was calm and composed. "My husband is busy with official duties, unlike His Royal Highness Prince Qing, who can't come back with my sister."

Prince Qing kept looking at Meng Tingyue's expression, hoping to see a hint of resentment on her face, but he couldn't find any clues. Instead, he was hurt by her ambiguous words.

On the surface, they expressed envy, but in reality, they were saying that he was an idle prince with nothing to do.

This has always been his pain.

The other brothers who got married were all given titles and sent to guard their fiefdoms, but he was the only one who had to stay in the capital, and even his life had to be kept alive by expensive medicine.

His lips were pale and coughs could not stop coming out of his lips, which seemed to be more serious than before.

"If my brother really cared about my sister-in-law, he would not have the heart to see her go home alone. Perhaps my brother would be able to make it if he just worked a little longer."

"Maybe." Meng Tingyue answered perfunctorily, her eyes falling on King Qing, as if she had discovered something surprising, with a bright light flashing in her eyes.

Prince Qing was somewhat confused by Meng Tingyue's undisguised gaze. He lightly pressed his lips to his cough, "Imperial sister-in-law?"

Meng Tingyue turned around and subconsciously smiled, "Nothing."

Although she then looked away as if nothing had happened, afraid that the emotions in her eyes would be revealed.

She asked why the King of Qing had such a strange look on his face, as if he had been drained of all his energy.

If she guessed correctly, on the day of the wedding, Prince Qing smelled the scent of the sachet she was carrying. That scent is harmful to the body if smelled for a long time, and the most direct manifestation is impotence when one is aroused.

Prince Qing was weak and would feel sick just by smelling it for a while. If her guess was correct, the medicine would make him impotent for two days.

Prince Qing was weak, but not so weak that he couldn't do anything. He was anxious, and Meng Qingjiao, the reborn person, was naturally anxious too.

Perhaps it was because the King of Qing was finally able to be humane last night, and the two of them were so excited that they spent the whole night together, which led to the King of Qing looking so exhausted.

In order to accompany Meng Qingjiao back home, he may have taken some supplements and two more pills, which allowed him to stand here normally.

Excessive supplementation after a severe deficiency would cause great harm to Prince Yu Qing's body, and in serious cases, he might even die.

Looking at Meng Qingjiao's appearance, she might still be immersed in the beautiful dream that Prince Qing will favor her and that she will become the queen in the future.

Meng Tingyue's lips curved slightly with a hint of sarcasm.

Meng Tingyue lowered her head. From the King of Qing's perspective, he could only see Meng Tingyue's gentle eyebrows and eyes. Compared to the noble, bright and distant look during their conversation just now, this look had a hint of feminine shyness and tenderness.

Prince Qing forgot to take his eyes off her for a moment.

This scene happened to fall into Meng Qingjiao's eyes.

The smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she hurried to the side of Prince Qing, sat down directly beside him, raised her hand and grasped his, "Husband."

Prince Qing withdrew his gaze and looked at Meng Qingjiao with gentle eyes, "My husband is here."

She pouted in dissatisfaction, her every move revealing her feminine attitude. "Husband, you were so lost in thought that you didn't even hear me call you just now."

Prince Qing quickly found an excuse: "Just now I thought the clothes on the emperor's sister-in-law were beautiful. If they were worn by Jiaojiao, they would definitely be more beautiful."

When Meng Qingjiao heard these words, they brought back the annoying and embarrassing incident.

She secretly glared at Meng Tingyue and said, "I am not lucky enough to wear my sister's clothes. Who knows if she will do anything else to them."

"I'm afraid my royal brother will be disappointed. This dress was specially made and is not my size." Meng Tingyue took a sip of tea and put it down.

Prince Qing didn't hear anything wrong, and the other three glared at Meng Tingyue angrily.

Meng Qingjiao took Prince Qing's arm and said, "My dear, would you like to accompany me to walk around the palace?"

Prince Qing frowned slightly, looking hesitant. "Could you please invite the Imperial Sister-in-law and Jiaojiao to go shopping?"

Before Meng Tingyue could say anything, Meng Qingjiao said in displeasure, "I don't want to go with her."

Although Meng Tingyue looked down on Meng Qingjiao, she just liked to go against others.

"I also want to go shopping in the palace. I don't know when I will be back next time."

Meng Tingyue stood up quickly.

Meng Qingjiao still refused.

It was only after Lord Meng spoke that she reluctantly left the yard.

"My dear son-in-law, please forgive me for making fun of you. Jiaojiao has been spoiled by us."

"Nothing, Jiaojiao is also a true character."

After stepping out of the front hall, Meng Tingyue gradually could no longer hear their conversation.

Meng Qingjiao was walking very fast in front, but she was following leisurely behind.

It can't be said to be following, but the Meng Mansion is small and there are not many roads to go.

As she walked, she wondered where her father would hide her mother's belongings.

Study, warehouse, or Ziwei Courtyard?

"I heard that your sister wants to open some new shops?"

Meng Qingjiao's voice sounded, and she raised her eyes lazily to take a look. Meng Qingjiao's eyes were full of pride.

Meng Tingyue understood instantly.

"I do have this plan. Does my sister have any recommendations?"

Meng Qingjiao looked away instantly. "No, I saw your maid out in public a few days ago, and I learned about it. If you want to choose a shop, you must be very selective and consider carefully. Don't make the wrong choice."

"Thank you for your advice, sister. I will choose the shop address carefully." Meng Tingyue emphasized her words.

Meng Qingjiao didn't notice it, but was instead feeling very pleased with herself.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will be able to buy the shop today.

She had sent people to guard the place recently, and neither Meng Tingyue's people nor the Xiao family had been to the shop.

She remembered that Meng Tingyue would buy the shop a month or two later, so she had to seize the opportunity this time.

In just a short while, the emotions in Meng Qingjiao's eyes changed again and again. Although she tried to conceal it, Meng Tingyue, who observed her expression carefully, was able to accurately capture those changing emotions.

Looking at Meng Qingjiao's appearance, she might have saved enough money to buy that shop.

He was in such a hurry to buy the shop. Based on her understanding of the shop owner, it would cost at least eight or nine thousand taels of silver.

Meng Qingjiao certainly doesn't have that much silver, and neither does Prince Qing, so is she going back home to borrow from someone?

I just don't know whether her cheap father is willing to bleed.

Meng Tingyue strolled around for a while and then took Meng Qingjiao to the study and warehouse.

There were many guards at both places, and she couldn't figure out where her mother's belongings were hidden.

The Meng Mansion is not big, but it is not small either. Finding something you don't know what it is is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After some thought, Meng Tingyue turned around and returned to the front hall, intending to have a good talk with Lord Meng, perhaps he could get the things through Meng Qingjiao.

At this time, in the front hall, Prince Qing and Lord Meng were having a pleasant conversation, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Although Prince Qing was sick and frail, he had good verbal skills and made Lord Meng laugh heartily.

He retains the dignity of a prince and has the humor of a son-in-law.

Meng Tingyue's return was obviously inappropriate. The joy on Lord Meng's face gradually faded. He lowered his eyes and drank tea from the cup, not happy to see Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue didn't care either, and looked at Prince Qing with clear eyes, "I have a few private words to discuss with my father, I wonder if my royal brother could avoid it?"

Prince Qing glanced at the two of them, coughed lightly, stood up, and opened his lips slightly to speak, but suddenly he felt dizzy, and coughs could not stop coming out of his lips, accompanied by bright red blood hanging on his lips.