The eldest daughter's scheming, the crown prince's exclusive favor to the venomous concubi

Jian Yue smiled charmingly, her eyes filled with mockery. As Qiu Lingfeng's anger grew stronger, she sneered inwardly and continued without any politeness, "But this is the Crown Prince's residence. How can you do it without anyone noticing? Besides, if you want to kill me, you should first look at the guards standing behind me. Where are the Golden Armor Guards? Tsk tsk, how are you going to kill me? Tell me."

Qiu Lingfeng gritted her teeth and said, "It's just because the Crown Prince is still infatuated with you and dotes on you. But how long do you think you'll be so smug? You're just relying on your face to be proud in the mansion for a while. Once you lose that face, let's see what advantages you'll have left."

"Lose? Heh, Miss Qiu, you're overthinking it. This face of mine isn't fake; it's the real deal. Although it's true that Murong Chuan likes me because of this face, that's an advantage. You don't have that, so what are you going to do?"

Ah, I almost forgot, you've not only lost your face, you've also lost your family background. You said you'd be marrying into the household soon, but isn't the Emperor about to bestow a marriage upon the Crown Prince and the Prime Minister's daughter? The principal wife should be admitted before the concubines.

"Oh dear, do you think your wedding will be postponed? That's hard to say. Although Miss Yue is gentle and forgiving, and not very rule-abiding, she is, after all, the Prime Minister's beloved daughter. Her status cannot be tarnished by a concubine. The Crown Prince will surely give her some face. Why don't you ask the Crown Prince, shed a few tears, and let her enter the palace before the imperial decree?"

After saying that, Jian Yue smiled and approached Qiu Lingfeng, who was already surrounded by anger. He whispered in her ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Qiu Lingfeng, I will return everything that your Qiu family gave me, Shangguan Jian Yue, to you. You can put Qiu Lingmin's death on me, and you can put your corpse, Sun Shixin, on me. In any case, I will personally take the lives of everyone in your Qiu family from now on."

She finished speaking with a smile, then strode away, closing the door behind her. Qiu Lingfeng, enraged by her last words, abandoned all pretense of gentleness and rushed forward, shouting, "You really are Shangguan Jianyue! Why aren't you dead? Why aren't you dead yet? You plague-stricken nemesis! You lowly slut!"

“Miss Qiu, this is the Crown Prince’s residence. Please watch your words.”

The golden-armored guards stood directly in front of Qiu Lingfeng, pushing her aside as she lunged forward to prevent her from disturbing Jian Yue.

However, a cold sweat broke out inside him.

Although he didn't hear what the last sentence was, he could still guess. Otherwise, how could the usually gentle and refined eldest daughter of the Qiu family lose her composure like this?

The hatred between the two was the focus of everyone's attention, so Jian Yue did not avoid Murong Chuan at all. This made Murong Chuan more convinced, and relying on his favor, she could suppress or even kill or maim anyone who had offended her.

Sure enough, after learning about this, Murong Chuan felt even more at ease with Jian Yue, and even added several more Golden Armor Guards to her side, ostensibly to protect her personal safety.

In reality, they were monitoring her movements, hoping to find clues about the armored soldiers as soon as possible.

Jian Yue was naturally aware of all this. She observed the situation calmly, letting Murong Chuan play the gentle, attentive, and manipulative game by her side.

She simply waited quietly, waiting for the last person to enter the game.

The next morning, Jian Yue got up early and made a grand tour of the Crown Prince's residence. During this time, she even went to "pay her respects" to Qiu Lingfeng, which made Qiu Lingfeng so upset that she almost fainted that morning. She even exaggeratedly called for the family doctor.

Jian Yue sat happily drinking tea in Qiu Lingfeng's reception room, waiting for a long time before Murong Chuan finally arrived.

Upon seeing Jian Yue, Murong Chuan was slightly taken aback. Jian Yue smiled at him and said, "You're so late?"

Murong Chuan nodded and said, "It's fine to come, there's no need to be in such a hurry. But you, why did you have to stay here after causing trouble? Are you waiting for them to make trouble for you?"

Murong Chuan sat on a chair next to Jian Yue, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery. Jian Yue, however, remained expressionless and said calmly, "You should know what kind of person I am. It is not my habit to leave a grudge unavenged."

So, I've come today, and I want to see what method she'll use to retaliate. You must have been waiting for me to make my move, huh? Well, are you surprised?"

Jian Yue looked at Murong Chuan with a faint smile in her eyes. Unlike her previous wary gaze, her eyes now held a radiance that made Murong Chuan somewhat lost in thought.

Suddenly, a shout broke the silence between the two. They looked toward the source of the sound and saw Qiu Lingfeng walking toward them with disheveled hair. People around her tried to help her or dissuade her, but she pushed them away.

Jian Yue, with her sharp eyes, noticed the faint bloodstains on her underpants. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Murong Chuan and teased, "It seems she's planning to use my harming of the dragon heir as an excuse."

Murong Chuan raised an eyebrow, not missing the mischievous schadenfreude in her eyes, and laughed, "I've only been in your favor for a few days, how could you expect a dragon heir? This is an insult to the royal family, a crime punishable by death and the extermination of the entire family. Yueyue, aren't you looking forward to that moment?"

"Of course, but I wonder when Your Highness will make your move?"

The two seemed oblivious to the farce unfolding over there, continuing to quietly drink their tea. Jian Yue was so arrogant that it was impossible to look away, yet she possessed a kind of unwavering stubbornness. Murong Chuan had seen many women of all kinds, but he had never seen a woman who used tricks so openly.

Jian Yue's eyes still held a smile, curved like crescent moons, as she watched Qiu Lingfeng's pitiful growl with amusement, along with her threat and wariness towards those around her.

Murong Chuan suddenly felt a violent pounding in his chest, followed by a sharp pain. He then felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

Seemingly noticing Murong Chuan's unusual behavior, Jian Yue turned her head and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you? I felt something was off when I saw you yesterday."

Murong Chuan shook his head, propping his head up with his hand, and said, "She's probably just overworked, it's nothing serious. But what is she planning to do now?"

At such close range, and with all this commotion, even if they wanted to turn a blind eye and ignore it, it was impossible. Yet Qiu Lingfeng continued to cause trouble without any attempt to hide it, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Jian Yue blinked and smiled wickedly, "People naturally want what's best for themselves. Now that the physician has diagnosed me with a miscarriage, I have to put on an act and pretend to be crazy for a while."

Then she retaliated, saying that the imperial physician and I, an outsider, colluded to frame her. She had only had her period, yet it was twisted into a tragedy that wiped out her entire family. Tsk tsk, what a sacrifice! It was a miscarriage, a short postpartum period, and she's already going through all this trouble. If this continues, she'll probably never be able to have children again.

Upon hearing this, Murong Chuan suddenly sneered and said, "Does she even have a next life? If it weren't for the bad timing, I would have already sent her to meet the King of Hell."

Murong Chuan's complexion was not good. Besides being gloomy from anger, Jian Yue also noticed that Murong Chuan's complexion had a sickly gloom. She narrowed her eyes and a plan came to mind.

"If you are not feeling well, you should go back and rest. Making such a fuss will probably affect your condition, and if it gets worse, it will be a loss."

Murong Chuan did not answer Jian Yue's question. He simply closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and his gaze suddenly changed. He got up and walked towards Qiu Lingfeng.

Jian Yue blinked and saw that Murong Chuan had already walked up to Qiu Lingfeng, gently picked her up, and said softly, "Why are you doing this? Your health is already not good, and you are still putting yourself through this. Doesn't it break my heart?"

Qiu Lingfeng immediately went silent, looked at Murong Chuan with pleading eyes, and said aggrievedly, "But they are framing me, Your Highness. I swear, Feng'er has only ever had you as her man in this life. How could she possibly miscarry at this time? Someone must be trying to harm me."

As she spoke, she grabbed Murong Chuan's collar in a panic, fearing that he would suddenly fly into a rage and throw her away. But Murong Chuan did not do that. Instead, after she finished speaking, he looked at Jian Yue meaningfully.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Lingfeng was overjoyed, but also tearfully said, "Your Highness, I have done nothing wrong to my sister, yet I never expected her to treat me like this. Your Highness, you must do me justice!"

"Yes, I know, and I will certainly take care of things for you. But you still need to rest. Let me carry you back to rest. I will handle the rest, so you don't need to worry."

As if he already suspected Jian Yue, his gaze never left her, as if he was afraid she would run away at this moment. In fact, the meaning that Murong Chuan conveyed to Jian Yue was very clear.

"Yes, you guessed it. It was indeed a plan," Jian Yue said, blinking with a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes.

Your Highness, you'd better wear a green hat.

Murong Chuan should have had a livid face, but since the person conveying this message was Jian Yue, looking at her clever little face, he didn't know why, but he wanted to laugh and didn't feel angry at all.

Just for now.

The exchange of glances was no longer appropriate, so Murong Chuan, carrying Qiu Lingfeng, disappeared from Jian Yue's sight.

Jian Yue immediately withdrew her disgusting gaze and then fell into thought.

She had clearly seen that Murong Chuan's body was definitely having problems, but just as he walked toward Qiu Lingfeng, he became like a normal person again, and his face no longer had that sickly look.

What exactly is going on?

"It is said that Qiu Lingfeng still has a use, if only this time were not so unfortunate..."

Suddenly, Jian Yue's eyes lit up, and she murmured in a deep voice, "Could it also be a Gu poison?"

Just as she was deep in thought, Murong Chuan came out. Jian Yue looked over and smiled, "So fast?"