The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

As night fell, her modern restaurant was as bustling as ever, with every seat filled.

After negotiating with the restaurant owners and achieving her goals, Ruan Mozhu returned directly to her restaurant.

After instructing Su'er to brew her favorite tea, she dismissed her and told Wei Jingnan that she wouldn't be returning for the next few days. She then rested alone in her room.

Sipping the tea, I silently savored the delicate fragrance that lingered on my taste buds, secretly praising Su'er for indeed brewing such excellent tea.

Ruan Mozhu recalled those old foxes who, upon hearing that she would offer them such good benefits—more than they would earn on their own—immediately switched sides and agreed to hand over their inn to her. Ha, they really were a bunch of profit-driven bastards, truly proving the saying, "No merchant is honest."

She sat at a round wooden table, one hand supporting her pointed chin, the other hand tapping the tabletop with her slender fingers.

She carefully recalled the disturbance that had occurred during the day. Since those two people dared to directly cause trouble for her, the Princess Consort of Qi, they must not be ordinary people.

Reflecting on their actions, what struck her as odd was that they didn't seem like ordinary street thugs. Instead, they gave her the impression of two bodyguards who had long lurked in the shadows. Looking at their expressions, one wouldn't easily notice the fleeting unease that crossed their faces if one didn't look closely.

Ruan Mozhu thought about it more and more and it seemed very likely that these two people were acting on the orders of someone in the palace. But who could it be? The Emperor or the Crown Prince who had come to her rescue?

Thinking of this, Ruan Mozhu tapped her fingers on the table even faster. Then she remembered that the two troublemakers had managed to escape from Wei Jingnan's personally trained subordinates, which showed they were no ordinary people. Therefore, her guess couldn't be confirmed, and Ruan Mozhu's delicate brows furrowed.

Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door, which not only disrupted her train of thought but also gave Ruan Mozhu an even bigger headache.

"Su'er, didn't I tell you not to bother me?" The knocking outside stopped.

Reaching out to smooth her brow, Ruan Mozhu picked up her teacup again, took a small sip, and didn't get up to open the door. The person outside paused for a long time without immediately speaking, which inexplicably brought Ruan Mozhu a sense of peace.

Ruan Mozhu wasn't in a hurry. She continued to sip her tea leisurely. Anyway, there wouldn't be any assassins here, and even if there were, they wouldn't be able to reach her. She had plenty of patience to wait for that person to speak. She knew that the person standing at the door wasn't Su'er anymore.

"Your Highness, the Prince has ordered that you must return tonight." The person at the door looked at the tightly shut door and, after a long while of frustration, finally spoke up.

"Didn't I say I wasn't going back tonight?" Hearing a male voice from the doorway, Ruan Mozhu paused, a strange annoyance rising within her. What was this man up to now? What was he doing?

Suddenly remembering her recent betrayal of him, Ruan Mozhu felt a surge of hatred that seeped into her teeth. At the same time, she cursed Luo Chenfeng, who had moved into the Prince's residence, in her heart. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have let her guard down and so easily taken the medicine he gave her. Hmph, if Prince Qi wanted her back, it wouldn't be so easy.

"Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for me." The man in black lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and, torn between offending the Prince and the Princess, decided to take the Princess back. After all, no matter how powerful the Princess was, she was still just a woman. But the Prince was different. He couldn't help but shudder, remembering how terrifying the Prince had become since the Princess married into the palace.

"Go back and tell the Prince that I'm not going back tonight." Ruan Mozhu wasn't buying his act; she remained true to herself and wouldn't go back anyway, since her relationship with that man was already over. Even if she tried to back down and tolerate things, she still had a temper.

The man in black looked up at the still-closed door, somewhat annoyed. He finally decided to relay the words the prince had entrusted to him—words the prince had originally intended to convey to the princess personally after they were invited back.

The man in black raised his left hand, and several people instantly emerged from the darkness. He looked around at the people who had appeared, and he felt frustrated again. Who could tell him why these people, who shouldn't have come, should have been guarding the palace, were here, while none of those who should have come were?

He waved his hand dismissively, ordering them to surround the area, preventing anyone from entering or leaving, before finally speaking:

"Your Highness, His Highness has ordered that if Your Highness is unwilling to return, then Your Highness shall be confined to this room and shall not step out of the door. The Modern Restaurant will also be handed over to someone else to manage, and all matters concerning the restaurant will be unrelated to Your Highness." The man in black finished speaking these words with an expressionless face and an extremely cold voice.

A slight, cold smile curled his lips. He didn't want to admit it at all, but he was actually quite pleased; schadenfreude was indeed a wonderful thing.

He silently counted in his mind, waiting to see when the door would open. The prince had said that as soon as these words were spoken, the princess would return with them shortly.

Just as the man in black was silently counting, Ruan Mozhu inside the room slammed her cup down on the table with a loud "bang," instantly creating cracks that crept up the exquisite porcelain rim. Her previous composure vanished in that instant.

Anger completely overwhelmed her reason; all she knew was that at this moment, she was furious and desperately wanted to vent.

By what right could he confine her with a single sentence? By what right could he take away the restaurant she had painstakingly built with a single sentence? Just because he's a prince? Haha, who cares about a prince? Ruan Mozhu doesn't care. Whoever cares can have it.

In that instant, all the pent-up grievances she had accumulated exploded forth, becoming uncontrollable. She wasn't deaf; she heard the noises deliberately made by the guards. The room was already surrounded; even if she had wings, she couldn't escape.

She stood up, struggling to suppress her barely contained anger. After taking a few deep breaths, she slowly walked to the door and flung it open.

"I'll go back with you." She coldly glanced at the man in black blocking her way. In that instant, she caught a glimpse of the smile on his lips, though it was fleeting and subtle. Looking at his face, she deeply remembered his features. Hmph, she had remembered him.

The man in black suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced at the princess without making a sound, then stepped back, making way for her.

With a soft hum, Ruan Mozhu stepped out of the room and left her modern restaurant, ignoring the number of people following her. She simply walked her own way. When she arrived at the Qi Prince's mansion, she stopped, looked up, and stared at the gleaming gold plaque that stung her eyes. It was truly a place that made her grit her teeth in hatred.

Ruan Mozhu pushed open the door; the others had already left. She followed a maid back to her own quarters, intending to rush into Wei Jingnan's room, but was told that the Prince Qi had already gone to sleep and had specifically ordered that the Princess Consort not to disturb him.

Lying in bed, she tugged at the tassel on the headboard, playing with it idly. "Wei Jingnan, do you think you can escape like this? Humph, let's see what you say tomorrow." Ruan Mozhu felt that venting her anger here was pointless, just making herself a laughingstock and entertaining others.

Thinking this, Ruan Mozhu closed her eyes, forcing herself to fall asleep. Getting so angry over someone like that would only result in her own loss; it would be utterly pointless.

The night was deep, and the bright moonlight poured down like water, enveloping the luxurious Qi Prince's mansion. Strands of moonlight shone through the slightly open window, illuminating the beautiful face of the person on the bed.

The hidden guards, seeing that the princess had fallen asleep, greeted their companions and then disappeared towards their master.

"Your Highness, the Princess Consort has already gone to sleep." The guard knelt silently in front of Wei Jingnan and said softly.

"Hmm, she's asleep. What's her reaction?" Putting down the book in his hand, Wei Jingnan hadn't slept. He was waiting for news from Ruan Mozhu, which kept distracting him, and he couldn't even concentrate on his book.

"The Princess Consort is behaving fairly normally." Even without looking up at his master, the guard knew how urgent his master's eyes were at that moment.

"Okay. You may leave."

"Yes."

The guards responded and retreated silently, leaving Wei Jingnan alone in deep thought.

His princess, now truly acting normally, stroked her chin, probably saving her anger to vent tomorrow. Thinking this, Wei Jingnan nodded warily, as if a woman were already unleashing her fury upon him.

With a sigh in his heart, Wei Jingnan slowly shook his head again:

"It's better to let her cool off for a few days and wait until she calms down," someone decided on Ruan Mozhu's future like an ostrich. Little did he know that after a few days, he would have to endure far more than just a little bit of anger. You see, Ruan Mozhu's anger was no ordinary thing. Wei Jingnan had seen and experienced Ruan Mozhu's anger before, but why had he forgotten this time?

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ruan Mozhu has been staying in her room for several days now. Every time she opens the door, someone stops her from entering.

Enraged, Ruan Mozhu could no longer contain her anger. She turned around and smashed everything in her room that she could to pieces. In the past, she would have worried about the value of these things, but this time, she was so angry that she didn't even want to look at them. She was afraid that if Wei Jingnan were here, he would also be smashed like a vase by Ruan Mozhu.

After being locked up for a few days, Ruan Mozhu smashed things for the same few days. In her words, she didn't care about things that weren't hers, but no matter how much she smashed them, there was a limit.

After being confined for three days, her room was a complete mess. Apart from her bed, there wasn't a single place to step.

This book is sourced from Kanshuwang.