My best friends both transmigrated into a book and married powerful officials; she left me and I lef

Sang Luan pulled her clothes inwards and stepped forward.

She kept turning back to look at herself, afraid that someone with ulterior motives would see her.

"The outcome is still uncertain; we could both be dark horses." She cleared her throat, nudged Meng Youning, and cautiously looked around. "Quick, quick, get it right."

"No, Luan'er." Meng Youning was speechless for a moment, then casually pulled off her veil. "I'm already standing in front of you, is there still a need for a secret code?"

Sang Luan glanced at her, paused for a moment, and her eyes slightly turned up.

"The code is wrong." Sang Luan waved her hand. "Let's go."

Meng Youning's usually aloof face slowly softened with a smile, like an iceberg suddenly melting, radiating a warmth mixed with a touch of coldness.

She exclaimed, grabbed Sang Luan's hand, and finally uttered the code, "When the alarm clock rings, we are both beasts of burden."

Sang Luan's eyes lit up immediately. She snapped her fingers, raised her head, and looked at Meng Youning with a smile. "You were a little slow this time. Be faster next time, and I won't deduct points from your score this time."

"Yes, ma'am." Meng Youning leaned against the corner of the wall, her eyelids slightly lifted, her tone helpless, "My Miss Sang."

Ever since they met, they've had a sticker book called "100 Little Things About Best Friends".

Over the years, there are now far more than a hundred items on it, and each little thing has a corresponding score.

If the other party does something that you feel is unforgivable, deduct points from their score, however many you want.

According to Sang Luan, once the scores on the stickers have been reduced to zero, it means they are not suitable to be best friends.

But over time, the score has fluctuated, never reaching zero.

Sang Luan rubbed her hands together and gave Meng Youning a look, "Let's go, continue exchanging information."

Meng Youning gave a soft "hmm" and then put her veil back on.

Immediately afterwards, the two found a place to listen to opera and entered a private room one after the other.

As soon as they entered the private room, their heads were pressed tightly together.

"One good news, one bad news." Sang Luan nudged Meng Youning's arm. "Which one do you want to hear first?"

"good news."

“The good news is that we still have a chance to escape,” Sang Luan said, her interest piqued.

"What about the bad news?"

Sang Luan's head drooped. "The bad news is that our escape is contingent on successfully obtaining a divorce decree from the current emperor first."

“This is indeed a problem.” Meng Youning fell into deep thought, her cool face furrowed between her brows. “Qi Ran is the most favored son of Prince Yi, and Prince Yi is also the Emperor’s brother. Prince Yi and his wife are eager to hold their grandson as soon as possible.”

She paused, then said, "Even if His Majesty agrees, Prince Yi and his wife will not."

“Who says otherwise?” Sang Luan scratched her hair and leaned back. “The original owner of this body got the title of the Prime Minister’s wife by crying and begging the Minister and his wife. If I were to propose a divorce now, I’m afraid people would think I’ve lost my mind.”

“The main problem is that we rarely have the opportunity to meet the emperor now, except for banquets.” Sang Luan casually tore off a grape and put it in her mouth.

She quickly spat it out, "Ptooey... What is this? It's so sour."

Meng Youning naturally poured a glass of water and handed it to Sang Luan.

Sang Luan took several sips before she could suppress the sour taste in her mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, Meng Youning bent over and coughed a few times. In an instant, her originally delicate cheeks were flushed red.

He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"Are you alright?" Sang Luan quickly stepped forward to pat her back, then reached out and touched Meng Youning's forehead, which was burning hot. "Your body is in so much pain, you have to suffer from illness every day."

A few moments later, Meng Youning finally recovered.

She exhaled a breath of stale air and gave Sang Luan a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Meng Youning's lips slowly turned up. "The reason my face looked so bad at the Prince's residence was because I deliberately put on an act for them."

Sang Luan decisively withdrew her hand. "With your words, I'm relieved."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Youning reached into her sleeve and pulled something out, then placed it in front of Sang Luan and tilted her head up to look at her. "Here, see what this is."

Sang Luan opened it with some skepticism, but after just one glance, disbelief flashed across her pupils, followed by a burst of joy in her eyes.

"Ningning, you're amazing!" Sang Luan pounced on her and hugged her tightly. "Where did you get all of these?"

On the table was a thin cloth, and on the cloth lay seven or eight glittering gold leaves.

Sang Luan picked up a piece, held it in her hands, closed her eyes, and took a deep sniff. "Hmm, it smells like money."

Each golden leaf before her eyes shimmered under the sunlight, and Sang Luan was absolutely delighted with it.

This isn't just gold leaves; it's clearly a promise of happiness for her and Ningning for the rest of their lives.

“These are all the gold leaves I’ve saved up over this period of time.” Seeing her greedy look, Meng Youning couldn’t help but smirk. “The more sick I get, the more gold leaves I can save.”

Sang Luan instantly understood that the more serious the illness, the more medicinal materials would be used, and given the extravagance of the Prince's residence, most of those medicinal materials would be very precious.

“You put the medicine…” Sang Luan’s eyes widened suddenly as she pointed at her.

Meng Youning held her hand. "I just asked them to pick up more medicine and then tampered with the medicine a little while they were brewing it."

“I thought I was fast enough,” Sang Luan suddenly realized. “I didn’t expect you to be even faster than me.”

Meng Youning looked up at her, "You too?"

Sang Luan gave a meaningful smile. "I don't have any medicinal herbs for me to tamper with. However, I have my own clever plan."

"What is it? What is it?" Meng Youning suddenly became interested.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with tiny starlight.

Sang Luan moved closer to her and whispered a few words in her ear.

"You're really something!"

Meng Youning's lips parted slightly, about to speak, when a deep voice suddenly came from next door.

The two exchanged a glance, then tiptoed and used both hands to press themselves against the wall.

"This time, success is the only option; failure is not an option!"

After a rustling sound, another female voice rang out, "I have sharpened my dagger to its finest edge overnight, and this time I will surely take that dog emperor's head."

"Everyone, please put away your costumes and palace identification tags."

"This palace banquet is of paramount importance. It's a matter of life or death if we fail, but if we succeed, everyone here will be a great contributor."

The crystal-clear words suddenly reached Sang Luan and Meng Youning's ears.