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

Upon hearing this, Nanny Qin became even more furious. "Bah! How dare that fellow deceive Madam and the Xiao family, and even dream of becoming the emperor's uncle? What a foolish dream, what a fantasy!"

"I'll go right away and expose his true face myself, leaving him nowhere to hide!" As she spoke, Nanny Qin unconsciously rolled up her sleeves, looking as if she was about to rush out the door.

Seeing this, Meng Tingyue quickly reached out and grabbed Nanny Qin, "Nanny, please don't be angry. I have a plan in mind. I will tear apart their lies and give an explanation to the Xiao family and mother."

Upon hearing this, Nanny Qin's anger gradually subsided and she regained her rationality.

She knew very well that this matter needed to be handled with caution, and any mistake would lead to endless trouble and confusion.

But she was still fuming. Nanny Qin gritted her teeth, her voice struggling to escape her lips as she said, "Where is that man now? If I don't personally scold him, I won't be able to calm down."

"I have imprisoned him in a dungeon."

Hearing this, Nanny Qin frowned slightly, a trace of worry creeping over her brows. "After all, he is the Crown Princess's uncle by blood. If this matter were to leak out and become known to outsiders, the Crown Princess's reputation would be ruined."

Meng Tingyue gently yet firmly shook her head at Nanny Qin, "It's alright, I have my own thoughts. And this time we are right, they are the ones being unreasonable."

Nanny Qin's eyes were filled with suspicion, but she still said firmly, "If that day ever comes, Crown Princess, just blame me for everything and say that I was the one who instigated it."

"I am an old slave, so I am gone, it is not a big deal, but you, the Crown Princess, must not make any mistakes."

A warm feeling welled up in Meng Tingyue's heart. She gently held Nanny Qin's hands, which were covered with traces of time. A gentle smile blossomed on her lips: "Nanny, I suddenly miss the bowl of lotus seed soup you made. That sweet taste is something no one else can make."

"Oh, okay, okay." Nanny Qin patted the back of Meng Tingyue's hand lovingly, her eyes full of pampering.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked briskly to the kitchen, busy preparing the ingredients for lotus seed soup.

Looking at Nanny Qin's figure gradually walking away, Meng Tingyue slowly withdrew her gaze and walked back into the house with heavy steps.

She was not completely confident that she could keep her reputation intact in this matter.

Her personal reputation being damaged might not be a big deal, but now that she is the Crown Princess, her every word and action represents the Crown Prince's reputation.

The prince had always been so considerate to her, and she really didn't want those things to implicate and affect the prince.

Now, we can only hope that Meng Dongliang can reveal some useful clues so as to minimize the impact of this storm.

In addition, I have to pay attention to Jiang Qingrou and Meng Qingjiao's movements to see if I can get some unexpected clues...

Speaking of which, Meng Qingjiao's new shop has already started the renovation preparation, and I believe it will be open soon.

Meng Qingjiao is so mysterious that I don’t know what she will sell.

If she just recounted the incense pills she made in her previous life, Meng Qingjiao would probably be disappointed.

After all, the fragrance pills she developed are by no means limited to simply adding fragrance to clothes.

Those incense pills are cleverly blended with herbal essences that can calm the mind, and each one is carefully selected by her.

Even though the herbs are hidden in it, the incense pills made from it do not have any pungent smell, but instead emit an elegant fragrance that is refreshing and pleasant.

If it weren't for the miraculous effects hidden in the fragrant pill, it would hardly be welcomed by the noble ladies in the capital.

Meng Tingyue had no intention of competing with Meng Qingjiao to sell the same item in her life. She thought of a better way to make money.

In her lifetime, she wanted to make a perfume that would also have the effect of calming the mind and adding floral scents to it, which could be applied to the body, leaving behind a light floral fragrance.

The effects of the two are similar. All Meng Tingyue needs to do is to cleverly replace a few spices.

Meng Tingyue asked Qinglan to take the purchased herbs one by one and place them on the table, preparing to start studying her ointment.

Just at this moment, Shen Yunheng walked into the house and what caught his eye was Meng Tingyue concentrating on grinding the medicinal powder.

The room was filled with a light, but not unpleasant, medicinal fragrance.

Meng Tingyue stretched out her hand to reach a herb in the distance, and suddenly saw a weathered and scarred hand pick up what she needed and hand it to her.

Meng Tingyue looked up at the hands, a flash of surprise in her eyes, and she opened her red lips softly: "Husband, when did you come back?"

Shen Yunheng's eyes deepened a bit, and his tone remained calm as water: "I haven't traveled far today, I have been staying in the mansion.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue was stunned for a moment. After a moment, she suddenly remembered Qingdian's whispered reminder when she first entered the sect.

An apologetic smile crept onto her cheeks, with a hint of flattery, "My dear, are you hungry? Would you like to eat first?"

Meng Tingyue suddenly realized that it was already dark outside the window. She didn't know when it got dark and it was time for dinner.

Shen Yunheng extended a hand to her at the right time.

Meng Tingyue looked at the hand, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but in the end, she gently placed her hand on it.

Shen Yunheng pulled gently, and Meng Tingyue stood up lightly from the stool and fell into his strong arms.

A scent different from the strong medicinal fragrance in the room quietly penetrated into Shen Yunheng's breath.

However, Meng Tingyue gently exerted force with her palms, using the momentum to push open Shen Yunheng's chest, and slowly withdrew from the embrace filled with the fragrance of dragon scales.

Shen Yunheng's embrace suddenly became empty, and an indescribable emptiness arose in his heart. Even his voice unconsciously took on a chill. "Let's eat first."

During dinner, Meng Tingyue and Shen Yunheng sat opposite each other, and the only sound between them was the clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

It was not until the end of the meal that Meng Tingyue slowly put down the silver chopsticks in her hand and realized that Shen Yunheng was still sitting in the same seat and had not left.

A subtle feeling crept into her heart. In the past, the prince always left in a hurry after eating. Why would he stay here and wait for her to finish her meal?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Thinking of Shen Yunheng's unusual behavior today, Meng Tingyue gently put down her chopsticks, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and gentleness, and whispered softly, "My husband, do you have anything to say to me?"

Shen Yunheng nodded slightly. After the maids cleared the leftover food from the table and the room returned to silence, he slowly said, "You all may leave."

After all the maids left quietly, the room became empty and quiet.

Meng Tingyue met Shen Yunheng's deep and serious eyes, and involuntarily straightened her sitting posture.

He waited for Shen Yunheng's words as if he was being judged, wondering in his heart what he had done today to anger the prince.

If you think about it carefully, the only thing that could possibly annoy him is probably the incident concerning Meng Dongliang.