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

Qinglan and Qingdian entered the house carrying a bunch of things.

"Why is your face so red? Is it because the room is a little hot and you are wearing too many clothes today? Or are you sick?"

Meng Tingyue touched her burning face, avoided Qinglan's hand that was reaching out to touch her forehead, and shook her head, "I'm fine, I just suddenly felt a little hot."

Qinglan didn't ask any further questions, but instead looked at the painting on the table, "Is this the small portrait that the young lady painted in the peach forest today?"

"Don't move!" Meng Tingyue stopped him.

Qinglan was startled.

Meng Tingyue turned away, hiding the strange look in her eyes, and said, "Put that painting away. It's ugly."

Qinglan nodded blankly, muttering, "Looking at the girl's appearance, the artist's painting skills must have been very poor to make it so unsightly... But if the painting was ruined, why didn't the girl throw it away but instead asked us to put it away."

Qinglan put the painting away and hid it in a box.

Qingdian stood beside Meng Tingyue, eyes full of worry, "Miss, is your illness recurring?"

Meng Tingyue suppressed the depression in her chest and exhaled, "It's okay, I just feel a little chest tightness."

Qinglan came back after putting it away, "Miss, are you feeling unwell again? You can't pour all the medicine today."

"The girl poured out all the medicine? Qinglan, didn't I tell you to watch her while she drank the medicine? You are harming her." Qingdian looked ugly.

"Okay, it has nothing to do with Qinglan, and it's not that I don't like it because it's too bitter." Meng Tingyue frowned and didn't know how to explain for a moment.

Qingdian was loyal to her, but was also particularly stubborn when it came to matters concerning her safety. She still wasn't sure if the medicine was poisonous, so she could only say, "I'll explain it to you later. Qinglan, are you ready for everything I need?"

Qinglan nodded, "Miss, the doctor has analyzed the ingredients of the medicine juice and the residue, and brought the residue back."

Qinglan handed over the prescription and said, "This is the prescription written by the doctor. The doctor checked and found nothing wrong. You can rest assured now, young lady."

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes and looked at the name of the medicine on the prescription. She fiddled with the dark brown residue in her hands and compared them one by one.

If you can't recognize or are unsure, put it aside.

Qinglan and Qingdian didn't know what she was going to do, and Meng Tingyue didn't let them help, so the two of them could only wait and watch.

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes and patiently picked out the medicinal residue one by one and compared it with the prescription. The number matched, and most of the medicine matched, but there was a small part that was uncertain.

Qingdian was not stupid, "Miss, do you think the medicine is poisonous?"

Qingdian has always been responsible for decocting the medicine. No one else has ever touched it, so there is no possibility of poisoning.

Meng Tingyue naturally knew this.

She has been taking the medicine for ten years and has become addicted to it. If she doesn't take it for a day, the addiction will take effect and she will feel unwell and have chest tightness and discomfort.

"Qingdian, please help me call Qingque over."

Qingdian nodded and left.

Meng Tingyue looked at Qinglan again and said, "Please help me find the medical books I bought today and put them on the small table next to the couch. I want to read them tonight."

Qinglan nodded, walked to the side and picked out a medical book from a pile of books.

Meng Tingyue took advantage of her back and quickly picked up the leftovers in the bowl to check.

"Girl, put it away." Qinglan came back.

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly and pointed at the residue in the bowl, "Throw it away."

There is something wrong with the medicine in the dregs. No matter how similar the appearance is, the smell cannot be replicated.

Several of the medicines were replaced.

Meng Tingyue's eyes darkened slightly, "Blue, brush and ink."

"it is good."

"Girl, get ready."

Meng Tingyue picked up the pen and slowly put ink on the paper.

Qinglan looked at it for a while and said, "Miss, are you copying the prescription? Hey, the last few ingredients are different from the ones in the prescription."

Meng Tingyue slowly put down her pen, her eyes trembling violently, like a surging wave that could not calm down for a long time.

She was very familiar with this prescription and could recite it by heart.

This was the medicine she had given to the Fifth Prince in her previous life. After taking it, the body would become weak, and over time, the pulse would become disordered, and even the imperial physician in the palace would not be able to find out the problem for a while.

This medicine is not harmful to the body. If you want to recover, you just need to quit taking it and take nourishing medicine. After a period of time, your body will recover completely.

After the Fifth Prince's physical weakness was cured by her, in order to confuse outsiders and make other princes kill each other, the Fifth Prince took this medicine to maintain his illness and deceive everyone.

She had gotten this recipe from her master. Besides her master, who else knew this recipe? Or was there someone else who had the same memories of her past life as she did?

But in her previous life, she also took medicine for ten years like she did now.

Meng Tingyue frowned slightly, unable to figure it out.

After her mother passed away, she did suffer a serious illness and started taking medicine from then on.

Could it be that the medicine was replaced at that time, or was it replaced later?

Meng Tingyue raised her hand to support her forehead, and with her other hand she lightly tapped the dried ink characters, lost in thought.

In the outer courtyard, Qingdian led a little girl slowly into the house.

"Girl, someone is coming."

"Hello, young lady." Qingque said.

Meng Tingyue raised her eyes and spoke softly, as usual, "Which pharmacy do you usually go to to get your medicine?"

Qingque: "Madame Qin told me to get the medicine from Renxin Hall before she left."

"Go down." Meng Tingyue seemed to be thinking about something.

Qingque retreated according to the rules.

"Miss, the second lady is here." The little maid reported from outside.

Meng Qingjiao hated Meng Tingyue in her heart, and always felt that the pain she felt when she pretended to faint was related to Meng Tingyue, but since it was related to whether she could become the mother of the country in the future, she could only come to Meng Tingyue with a fake smile.

"Are you busy, sister?" Meng Qingjiao walked into the room with a hypocritical and coquettish smile, and sat down on the stool opposite Meng Tingyue without any hesitation.

Meng Tingyue looked at her with a smile and asked Qinglan to take away the pen and ink.

Meng Qingjiao looked at the words on the paper curiously and recognized the name of the medicine.

"Sister, are you planning to learn medicine on your own?"

Meng Tingyue raised her bloodless lips and said, "It's not really school. I was just bored sitting in the house, reading and writing casually. Why are you here?"

Meng Qingjiao looked at Meng Tingyue's plain face, which was as pure as a lotus flower emerging from clear water, and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

She prided herself on her good looks and her reputation in the capital, but every time she saw Meng Tingyue's face, she would feel a hint of jealousy and envy.

Meng Qingjiao smiled and said, "I heard that you were back, so I thought I'd come and talk to you. How was your relationship with the Crown Prince today?"

Meng Tingyue met her expectant gaze and knew her true purpose. Bitterness played on her lips, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince found an excuse to leave before even reaching the peach forest. I guess he was bored because my sister didn't come."

The corner of Meng Qingjiao's eyes twitched suddenly, and she was speechless but also breathed a sigh of relief.

It is normal for a ruthless and cold-blooded person like the prince to leave halfway.

Meng Qingjiao coaxed, "Sister, you're worrying too much. The Crown Prince holds an important position and is very busy with official duties. Even if I were to go, His Royal Highness wouldn't stay long. This matter has nothing to do with you, sister. Please don't get angry with the Crown Prince because of this."

"I'm not angry. I just feel sorry for my sister. It's a pity that she suddenly fell ill and couldn't go today." Meng Tingyue looked worried. "Is your sister feeling better?"

Meng Qingjiao almost couldn't maintain her expression.

What kind of sudden illness did Meng Tingyue have? Can she speak?

"I'm fine. I just didn't get enough rest and I fainted because I was too worried."

After he finished speaking, Meng Qingjiao saw Meng Tingyue's eyes light up, and she felt something was wrong.

Meng Tingyue looked at her with a smile, "That's great, I'm glad you're okay. I'll find a reason to invite the Crown Prince out for a trip in a couple of days, and you can come along. I'll then find a chance to leave and let you and the Crown Prince be 'alone' to cultivate their relationship."