The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Dongfang Wan'er stepped gracefully out of the mansion gate, followed closely by her loyal maid Qiuqin. A beautifully decorated carriage had been waiting for some time.

Upon entering the spacious and comfortable carriage, Qiuqin softly reported to Dongfang Wan'er, "Miss, the doctor's residence is not far ahead..."

Dongfang Wan'er nodded slightly, indicating that she understood. She gently adjusted her veil, concealing her stunningly beautiful face, leaving only a pair of deep and mysterious eyes visible.

Qiuqin carefully helped Dongfang Wan'er out of the carriage and towards the tightly closed door.

Qiuqin gently knocked on the door and called out loudly, "Doctor Li..."

A moment later, a figure appeared in response. Doctor Li's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing the newcomer. He quickly stepped forward and said, "Oh, it's you! I've done as you instructed!"

Dongfang Wan'er nodded slightly in response. Qiu Qin then introduced, "This is my young lady."

Doctor Li greeted her respectfully, and Dongfang Wan'er merely nodded in response. Her eyes were as cold as ice, inspiring awe in all who beheld her.

Doctor Li seemed to sense the heavy atmosphere. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, young lady, what exactly is the grudge between you and the second young lady of the Marquis's mansion? Although the prescription I gave is not serious, it is of no help to the injuries on her face..."

Qiuqin quickly took the silver note and handed it to Doctor Li. The latter took the note, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

However, Dongfang Wan'er's voice was like a cold wind, sending chills down one's spine: "If you're paid to do something, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Her words were concise and clear, yet carried an irresistible authority.

Qiuqin chimed in, "Doctor Li, please don't say anything more." With that, she helped Dongfang Wan'er turn and leave.

Dr. Li was left standing there. He shook his head, took the silver note, closed the door, and prepared to move.

"Qiuqin, go to a blacksmith shop..." Dongfang Wan'er kept thinking about her silver needles!

Since transmigrating to this unfamiliar ancient world, she has already experienced two dangerous incidents. This made Dongfang Wan'er realize that her current martial arts skills were far from sufficient in this era full of dangers and challenges. Therefore, she resolved to find some weapons that could protect her life.

"Yes, Miss!" Qiuqin nodded obediently, then directed the coachman to the nearest blacksmith shop.

Not long after, the carriage stopped.

"We've arrived, Miss!" Qiuqin said softly, and carefully helped Dongfang Wan'er down from the carriage.

As soon as Dongfang Wan'er stepped into the shop, a wave of intense heat hit her, causing her to frown. The shop was bustling with people, all curiously watching this delicate woman who had suddenly barged in, seemingly quite surprised that she was in such a chaotic place.

"Shopkeeper!" Qiuqin called out, raising her voice, somewhat displeased at the crowd staring unabashedly at her young lady.

Hearing the shouts, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran out of the shop.

"Hey, I'm here! Miss, what would you like to buy or get something done?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

Ignoring the strange looks around her, Dongfang Wan'er took out a carefully drawn drawing from her bosom and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"May I ask if your shop can make these silver needles according to this drawing?" Dongfang Wan'er's voice was cold and clear.

The shopkeeper took the drawing and examined it carefully. The needles on the drawing were drawn with extreme detail; each needle was different in length and shape, and the lines were delicate and the structure complex, which was truly amazing.

After examining the needles for a while, the shopkeeper looked troubled and said, "These needles are drawn so precisely and are of varying lengths. It is possible to make them, but it will probably take quite a while. I wonder if you, Miss, can wait?"

Dongfang Wan'er smiled slightly and replied firmly, "Yes, all of them can be made into silver needles. Also, make a thousand of these needles first, and I will buy them indefinitely. You can keep making them!" After saying that, she pointed to a certain type of needle on the drawing and gestured to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper nodded, indicating that he understood Dongfang Wan'er's request. "That's possible, Miss. It will cost a lot of money to have all these needles made into silver needles!"

Dongfang Wan'er immediately understood the shopkeeper's intention. She took out a thick stack of silver notes from her sleeve, handed them to the shopkeeper, and said, "Here is 100,000 taels of gold. That should be enough to cover the cost of these needles, right?"

The shopkeeper took the silver notes, his face immediately lighting up with elation. He counted the notes, then said with a smile, "That's enough, that's enough! Miss, you're so generous! Please rest assured, the needles you requested will be made for you within ten days!"

"Very good, but you must keep it a secret and not reveal a single word. I will come to collect it myself in ten days!" Dongfang Wan'er said before leaving.

Dongfang Wan'er was unaware that An Ye had entered the shop shortly after he left.