The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Dongfang Wan'er shook her head helplessly, turned around and left the room.

After hearing the door close, Ye Jiuchen finally couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why don't you remember me? Wan'er, you said you would always be with me. Why, why..." His tone was filled with pain and despair.

"Master!" Dark Night heard the voice and came in...

"Who gave you permission to call Wan'er over on your own?" Ye Jiuchen said coldly, his tone tinged with anger. "Go and accept your punishment!" With that, he sat up abruptly, his eyes fixed on An Ye with icy stares.

"Yes..." An Ye knew he had made a mistake this time, and without saying a word, he went to receive his punishment.

Ye Jiuchen lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. So, he simply got up, put on his clothes, and went straight to the storeroom to select betrothal gifts.

As he passed the table, he casually picked up the candy that Dongfang Wan'er had left behind, gently unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

After returning to the Marquis's residence in a huff, Dongfang Wan'er couldn't help but complain, "I must have owed Ye Jiuchen something in my past life! I kindly went to treat his illness, and I still had to put up with his temper..." The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she felt very unbalanced.

"Forget it, I'd better go and torment Dongfang Mingzhu instead!" Dongfang Wan'er muttered to herself. Then, she walked straight towards Dongfang Mingzhu's courtyard.

When Dongfang Wan'er arrived at Dongfang Mingzhu's courtyard, she found that Dongfang Mingzhu was already fast asleep. A sly smile appeared on her lips.

Dongfang Wan'er carefully walked to the window of the Oriental Pearl Tower, then took out a packet of itching powder from her bosom, gently opened the window, and blew it inside.

After doing all this, she nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left.

Then, Dongfang Wan'er quietly sneaked into Zhuchun Garden. When she arrived outside Liu Qiqi's room, she heard a faint sound coming from inside. She looked through the window and saw Liu Qiqi doing something indecent with the drunkard.

"This Liu Qiqi is quite bold!" Dongfang Wan'er muttered softly. "Since that's the case, then I'll add some more ingredients to your mix..." As she spoke, she took out another packet of powder from her bosom—fertility powder.

She opened the window again, sprinkled the fertility powder into the room, and then tiptoed out of Zhuchun Garden.

"In less than a month, Liu Qiqi will bring good news..." Dongfang Wan'er thought. If Liu Qiqi were pregnant, how would Dongfang Zheng react? He would surely be overjoyed! Thinking of this, she couldn't help but let out a cold smile...

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze caressed our faces.

A remarkable event unfolded on the street. Dark Night rode a magnificent steed, looking dashing ahead; while Night Nine Chen sat in a luxurious carriage, exuding elegance and extraordinary charm.

Following behind was a group of people carrying boxes of all sizes, stretching from the Regent's Palace all the way to the main street. The entire procession was dozens of meters long and seemed to have no end in sight, which showed how many boxes there were.

"Isn't this Prince Regent Jiu Chen?" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Judging from the direction, it seems to be heading towards the Marquis's residence..." another person guessed.

"Is the Ninth Prince going to propose marriage? Just yesterday, Dongfang Mingzhu rejected the Ninth Prince, and today he actually came to propose marriage in person..." People started to discuss among themselves.

"Wow, there are so many boxes! It's said that after the late emperor passed away, he gave his entire private treasury to the Ninth Prince. That shows just how wealthy the Ninth Prince is..."

"Everyone says that the Ninth Prince is not interested in women, but I never expected that he would fall for the Oriental Pearl's charms..." some women said with envy and jealousy.

However, An Ye paid no attention to these comments and listened silently. He glanced back at Ye Jiuchen sitting in the carriage, and seeing that he did not speak, he turned back and continued on his way.

Meanwhile, inside the Marquis's residence, Dongfang Mingzhu encountered a major problem. She kept scratching her body, muttering, "Itchy, itchy to death, why is it so itchy..." She scratched herself so hard that her skin broke, but she still couldn't relieve the unbearable itching.

"Mingzhu, stop scratching! The doctor will be here soon. Go, hold the Second Miss down..." Liu Qiqi felt extremely distressed seeing Dongfang Mingzhu's originally fair skin scratched raw. More importantly, she was afraid of scarring. Even if the First Prince had Dongfang Wan'er as his principal wife, so what? Didn't the Emperor verbally bestow Mingzhu upon the Regent as a concubine...?

"Auntie. Auntie, something terrible has happened..." The maid rushed in anxiously.

Liu Qiqi frowned, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a rush? This is unbecoming..."

"Auntie, the Ninth Prince Regent has arrived. I heard from people outside that he's here to present betrothal gifts to our Second Miss. The chests have lined up all the way from the Regent's Mansion to the gate of our Marquis's Mansion."

The maid said excitedly…

"Are you telling the truth?" Liu Qiqi looked at the maid excitedly...

"It's true, the Ninth Prince will be here soon..."

"Quick, quick, help the Second Miss with her makeup and hair... Mingzhu, stop grabbing and go out to greet the Ninth Prince!"

As Liu Qiqi spoke, she directed her servants, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Dongfang Mingzhu overheard this and couldn't help but think to herself: if she really married the Ninth Prince, it wouldn't be a bad thing. After all, the Ninth Prince had come to propose in person today, so he must be deeply in love with her. Thinking of this, a sweet feeling welled up in Dongfang Mingzhu's heart.

"Yes, hurry up and do my makeup..." Dongfang Mingzhu said, while constantly scratching the incredibly itchy spots on her body.

"But Auntie, I'm so itchy all over!" Dongfang Mingzhu's voice was filled with unbearable pain.

"Go, apply the medicine to Miss. Mingzhu, let's bear with it. It will be fine once the marriage is settled. You must not lose your composure in front of the Ninth Prince..." Liu Qiqi quickly advised.

"Yes, Auntie..." Dongfang Mingzhu gritted her teeth, enduring the itching all over her body, and waited for the maids to do her hair and makeup.

But at this time, Tingyu Courtyard presented a completely different scene.

"Miss, are you still sleeping? Wake up! It's about to turn upside down outside..." Qiuqin shook Dongfang Wan'er, who was lying on the bed, anxiously, her voice full of worry.

After being shaken awake by Qiuqin, Dongfang Wan'er asked sleepily, "Qiuqin, what happened? I want to sleep!" After saying that, she closed her eyes again and prepared to go back to sleep.

The Ninth Prince actually came to present betrothal gifts to that wicked woman, Dongfang Mingzhu! Qiuqin cursed Dongfang Mingzhu in her heart, her eyes filled with indignation.

You know, it was her young lady who cured the Ninth Prince's illness. How could the Ninth Prince treat her young lady like this?

"Disaster has struck! The Ninth Prince has come to propose marriage..."

"Please ask him to wait a bit, I need to sleep a little longer, we'll talk about it after I wake up..."

Qiuqin was so disappointed in Dongfang Wan'er that she pulled her out of bed and started dressing her up.