The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

All the servants were filled with joy. After all, the better their master's health and the stronger his power, the more stable and proud their lives would be. After all, everything in the Qi Prince's mansion was closely related to His Highness Qi Prince.

When the news of "King Qi's recovery" reached the palace and other noble families in the capital, everyone thought so, except for one discordant voice.

"Useless, all of you are useless! What is that woman up to?"

Inside the Crown Prince's residence, Wei Jingye angrily slammed the porcelain plate and teacup on the table in front of him to the ground, the sound of them shattering being sharp and piercing.

Just now, when he learned that Wei Jingnan had not only survived last night but had also recovered and was able to get out of bed this morning, he realized that there was a problem with the people he had sent out.

Sitting at the table, Wen Caiqian raised her delicate eyebrows, took a bite of the mung bean cake that she had picked up and thus "escaped disaster," and said slowly and deliberately, "This is the show you said you wanted me to enjoy yesterday." She deliberately looked Wei Jingye up and down, "It is quite funny."

"Can you stop kicking me when I'm down?" Wei Jingye glared at her, then sat down angrily. "I'm your husband. If I lose power, do you think you'll get away with it?"

"Don't worry," Wen Caiqian said dismissively. "You are the Crown Prince. So what if Prince Qi can walk? He's still blind. A blind man can be the emperor, and that's a joke."

She frowned and said, "But we can't let our guard down with that woman. The Prince of Qi got better as soon as she married into the family. What a coincidence! Rather than saying it was a marriage to bring good luck, it's more likely that she has some kind of magic that allowed her to kill the assassins you sent out without anyone noticing. If we leave her alone, she could become a major threat."

“You’re right,” Wei Jingye pondered for a moment, “I’ll find an opportunity to spy on her, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll get rid of her. But before that, I want to see if I can find a way to bring her to our side and make her work for me.”

"You haven't given up yet?" Wen Caiqian asked, somewhat displeased.

But Wei Jingye remained unmoved, his face grim and his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "Of course, as long as Wei Jingnan lives, I will not have peace of mind."

When Ruan Mozhu woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. She was still a little dazed and lay on the bed in a daze.

Just then, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Ruan Mozhu suddenly grabbed the blanket to cover herself and looked towards the door. She saw Wei Jingnan leaning on a cane, walking forward like a blind man, one step at a time. Behind Wei Jingnan followed a maid with lowered eyes, who would occasionally remind him of the obstacles under his feet.

Upon entering the room, the maid closed the door, and Wei Jingnan's previously weak demeanor suddenly changed. He casually tossed his cane aside, strode to the bedside, plopped down next to Ruan Mozhu, looked her up and down, and said with a look of disgust, "My beloved concubine can really sleep, like a pig."

"What did you say?" Ruan Mozhu had originally wanted to question the other person about the poison, about his purpose, and so on, but upon hearing this, she immediately forgot everything. "Who are you calling a pig?"

“I’m talking about you,” Wei Jingnan replied lazily, and just as Ruan Mozhu was about to pounce on him, he added coolly, “the antidote.”

Ruan Mozhu looked dejected again.

She huddled in the corner of the bed, clutching the blanket, her back to Wei Jingnan, her cheeks puffed up with anger, and she deeply understood what it meant to be "controlled by others."

Seeing her like this, Wei Jingnan stopped teasing her. He beckoned to the maid who had come in with him and said to Ruan Mozhu, "I'm here to introduce you to someone. This is the maid who used to be in charge of me. Now that I've recovered, I no longer need her. From now on, she will come and serve you."

Ruan Mozhu looked up curiously, and the maid who had been standing there stepped forward and gave her a graceful bow: "This servant, Su'er, greets Your Highness, the Princess."

Ruan Mozhu sized up the maid named Su'er. Seeing that she was about the same age as herself and had a friendly appearance, she subconsciously wanted to greet her.

But when Ruan Mozhu caught a glimpse of Wei Jingnan sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye, she became wary again. She felt that he was not such a kind person. She was probably sent by him to monitor her. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. But she didn't dare to argue with him. Ruan Mozhu could only say in a muffled voice, "I'm fine on my own. I don't need anyone to take care of me."

Wei Jingnan raised an eyebrow, sensing what she was thinking. He didn't say anything, but simply said to Su'er, "Su'er, show the Princess a couple of moves."

"Yes," Su'er replied, then calmly extended one hand, her five fingers forming a chop, and slashed the wooden table beside her.

With a "crack," Ruan Mozhu stared in disbelief as Su'er's slender hand cleaved the exquisite mahogany table in two, and she couldn't help but swallow hard.

Wei Jingnan asked her again in a calm tone, "Do you need it now?"

Ruan Mozhu: ""

If you can't resist, then you can only enjoy it.

Initially disheartened by the outcome, Ruan Mozhu cheered up after a while. After learning that Su'er knew martial arts, she began pestering Su'er to demonstrate, secretly fantasizing about whether Su'er could show her what it felt like to practice light-body skills.

Wei Jingnan sat on the bed, watching Ruan Mozhu carelessly follow Su'er to the courtyard. His gaze darkened. He didn't know when, but Ming Qing had silently appeared in the room again.

"Have you found it?"

“Yes,” Mingqing nodded, “We’ve found out. Her Highness the Princess is an orphan. She was sold by her uncle to the Zuichunlou brothel in the capital, and on the day she was listed, she was sold again to a minor wealthy man in the city as a concubine. But on her wedding day, the Princess ran away, and that day just happened to be the same day as Your Highness’s wedding.”

"That means she was not suspicious, and by some twist of fate, she impersonated the Crown Prince and married into my household."

Mingqing remained silent, for he knew that his master already knew what was going on.

Sure enough, after a moment of silence, Wei Jingnan stared intently at Ruan Mozhu, who was playing with Su'er in the front yard, then suddenly looked away and chuckled, "That's really interesting."

Wei Jingnan tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said meaningfully, "It seems she really is the most suitable princess."

This novel is from Kanshu.com