The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

"Miss, what should we do now?" Qiuqin asked Dongfang Wan'er anxiously.

Dongfang Wan'er, however, seemed unconcerned: "Qiuqin, it's alright. At worst, I'll just marry him..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice called out from outside the door, "Is Miss Dongfang here...?"

"Qiuqin, go and take a look." Dongfang Wan'er waved her hand, signaling Qiuqin to go out and check the situation.

Qiuqin walked to the door and found that the person who came was the owner of the blacksmith shop.

"How did you get here? How did you know it was something we ordered..." Qiuqin asked cautiously, lowering her voice.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. I'm now a member of the Regent's Palace. All the items you ordered have been made. Here, take them..." The shopkeeper handed Qiuqin an exquisite wooden box and then turned and left.

Qiuqin looked at the wooden box in her hands with some surprise, unsure of what to do. After hesitating for a moment, she finally decided to hug the box tightly and go back inside.

"Miss..." As soon as Qiuqin entered the room, she couldn't wait to tell Dongfang Wan'er what had happened.

"Hmm, I understand. You may leave now." Dongfang Wan'er glanced thoughtfully at the wooden box, then gestured for Qiuqin to leave.

Dongfang Wan'er was thinking that if her maternal grandfather's family did not have military power, the eldest prince would naturally break off the engagement, but she did not want to involve her maternal grandfather's family now.

Doesn't Ye Jingchu want to be the crown prince? Why don't you just marry him and stop him?

Dongfang Wan'er saw the wooden box on the table, opened it, and found two packages inside.

The package was full of silver needles customized by Dongfang Wan'er, they were extremely fine…

The other type of needle is a silver needle used for acupuncture, which varies in length.

"Now that the silver needles are ready, I'll make the poison needles first, for self-defense!"

Dongfang Wan'er acted immediately, heading straight into the laboratory...

He took out the silver needles and soaked them in his own poison...

After some time, all one thousand silver needles were finished. Dongfang Wan'er walked out of the laboratory with several poison needles gleaming with a cold light in her hand.

She examined the poisoned needles carefully, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "With these poisoned needles, anyone who dares to mess with me will learn their lesson!"

Inside the Regent's Palace...

Ye Jiuchen lay quietly on the chair, his long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall, exuding a heartbreakingly sickly beauty!

"Master, something terrible has happened!" An Ye rushed into the room, carrying a steaming bowl of medicinal soup. His face was grave, and his eyes revealed a hint of panic.

"What's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Ye Jiuchen's voice carried a hint of weariness, but still retained its authority.

"Second An has sent word that the Emperor has actually betrothed Miss Dongfang to the First Prince! The imperial decree has been issued..." An Ye's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Ye Jiuchen's ears.

"Bang..." Ye Jiuchen slammed his palm on the coffee table beside him, and the coffee table shattered into countless pieces scattered all over the floor.

"Ye Jingchu, he's getting bolder and bolder! Has he taken my previous words for granted?" Ye Jiuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous light.

"Dark Night, immediately send a letter to the Jing Kingdom, instructing them to exert pressure on the border. At the same time, order Lu Chengfeng to lead 100,000 troops back at top speed... withdraw all troops from the remaining areas!" Ye Jiuchen's tone was firm and decisive.

"Yes, Master!" An Ye replied respectfully, then handed the medicine to Ye Jiuchen.

"This medicine... leave it for now, I have other matters to attend to." Ye Jiuchen stood up, put on a black cloak, donned a mask, and walked towards the door without hesitation.

Ye Jiuchen arrived in front of the largest intelligence building in the capital. His steps were steady and powerful, revealing an invisible pressure.