"Look how scared you are, you're such a coward."

After a moment, Gan Qiongying spoke softly, "Who said I was going to torment the prince consort?"

"I want to cherish him."

If Gan Qiongying's voice is not deliberately lowered, it sounds very gorgeous and clear, like the sound of a piano echoing in an empty room.

This is what is commonly referred to as a mature, sophisticated female voice in modern society.

"Get up."

Gan Qiongying sat back down at the table, her slender fingers gently tapping the silver notes with a rhythmic motion. When she smiled, nine-tenths of the dignified demeanor built up by her makeup and status disappeared, replaced by a captivating charm.

She was naturally a stunning beauty with slightly upturned eyes. If the world didn't favor dignified beauties, she wouldn't need to wear so much powder on her face every day, covering up her flushed complexion like a spring peach.

"Don't you think the way the prince consort coughed up blood just now was rather interesting?"

Gan Qiongying leaned back in her chair, adopting the frivolous look she had practiced in front of the mirror these past few days, and said, "What little monk Dingzhen? I can't even remember what he looks like anymore, but the prince consort... tsk."

Gan Qiongying smiled meaningfully, but poor thing, she didn't even get a good look at what the prince consort looked like.

To justify bringing back the God of Wealth, Gan Qiongying forced herself to say, "I've never seen a man of the frail and delicate type in my courtyard before. He may have a lowly birth, but he certainly has a handsome face."

"It makes you want to break and play with it."

Gan Qiongying deliberately added a touch of malice, lowering her head and smiling at Manyue, "Go, bring him back. I suddenly feel that it's meaningless that he died too young."

go!

Go now!

Bring my dear husband back!

"Huh?" Manyue looked up, utterly astonished; her mouth could have fit a whole egg.

This was indeed a reason she had never imagined.

But seeing Gan Qiongying's interested expression, it seemed perfectly reasonable.

After all, Gan Qiongying could be considered the most dissolute woman in Nanzhao, and the more than 170 male lovers she kept in her harem had long made her infamous.

It's not surprising that she harbored lustful thoughts towards the monks in the temple, let alone towards her own husband.

“Oh…” Full Moon hesitated before getting up.

Gan Qiongying smiled and reassured her, "Don't worry, you won't die from playing."

Manyue's face flushed red, but she didn't say anything. She nodded with a strange expression and said, "Yes, this servant will have someone bring the prince consort back right away!"

"Don't forget to invite the imperial physicians," Gan Qiongying instructed. "Invite several of them to give the prince consort a thorough check-up. His health absolutely cannot be compromised."

The God of Wealth must be worshipped!

"Oh right, go and get the birth charts of the prince consort and me from when we were getting married. I'm going to take them to the temple in a few days to have a young monk do my fortune-telling."

Gan Qiongying tried her best to be ambiguous, but given the previous incident involving the little monk Dingzhen, her words were meant to mislead people.

As expected, Manyue immediately understood and guessed that the princess was trying to kill two birds with one stone: enjoy the prince consort and make the little monk Dingzhen nervous.

“Yes…” Man Yue responded repeatedly, admiring him in her heart.

Heaven knows poor Gan Qiongying, she just wanted to know what the prince consort's name was. She couldn't be completely ignorant about him, after all, he was her lucky charm!

Man Yue quickly went out and gave a series of instructions.

Gan Qiongying only learned that the prince consort's name was Li Hua after reading the marriage compatibility chart.

This surname really doesn't seem common, and Hua: a crimson steed? Tall, brave, and fiery.

The timid and cowardly person that Gan Qiongying met this morning is completely unrelated to this name.

He's nothing like a magnificent steed; he's more like a little lamb.

It's at most a lucky cat figurine.

Gan Qiongying couldn't help but laugh when she saw his birth chart, because she saw Li Hua's handwriting. His name was Qianli, hahaha, he was a thoroughbred horse!

However, while Gan Qiongying was laughing while holding the marriage certificate, the guards in the mansion, following her orders, rode real steeds to chase after the prince consort.

The guards of the princess's residence never seemed to slow down when they rode out on horseback. Riding through the bustling city was commonplace for them. When passersby saw the crimson bells tied to the horses' heads, they knew it was someone from the princess's residence and would give them a wide berth.

Those with children should hold them tight, and those without children should pull any stray dogs from the roadside to prevent them from being trampled by horses.

A short while later, the group of people stopped the prince consort's carriage in front of a large house at the end of the street.

The guards didn't even dismount; the leader tapped the carriage wall twice with his whip.

"Your Highness, the princess requests your presence."

Li Hua, who was sitting inside, was holding a bloodstained handkerchief in his hand. However, unlike his previous cowardly appearance after being beaten at the princess's mansion, he was now standing straight as a pine or bamboo.

His face was extremely pale, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and his temperament was melancholy, but his eyes were clear and bright, dark and deep.

He gave off a very strange feeling, as if... as if his eyes and his face, his soul and his body, didn't match at all.

If you look closely, you'll see that the skin tone on his face is even different from that on his body.

The man sitting opposite him, dressed in plain clothes, was his subordinate, named Sanjiu.

Sanjiu had broad eyebrows and tiger-like eyes. He lifted the carriage curtain and glanced at the person who had come. Seeing that the person was indeed from the princess's residence, he immediately tensed up. The muscles in his waist and back bulged as if they were about to burst through his clothes. He frowned and pressed his hand on the narrow knife at his waist.

"That vixen is going too far!" Sanjiu cursed gruffly, but his voice was kept very low.

Li Hua raised her hand, her long, jade-like fingers slightly lifting to silence the person opposite her.

Then he quickly bent over, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed from a graceful, elegant tree into a timid, crooked-necked tree.

He covered his mouth with the blood-stained handkerchief, coughed softly, and pushed the window open a little.

"What...is it?" His voice was very low, like a mosquito's buzz, and he was hesitant and stammering, which was unpleasant to listen to.

The guard, holding the reins, peered through the crack in the door at the prince consort inside the carriage.

He said in a deep voice, "This humble servant greets Your Highness, the Princess requests your return."

His words were polite, but there was no respect in them whatsoever; he didn't even dismount.

If Gan Qiongying were here now, hearing her guards speak to their God of Wealth in such a tone, she would definitely want to bang her head on the ground again.

Unfortunately, like master, servants are like servants. There is not a single person around Princess Duanrong who knows her place, is low-key and steady. They are all like firecrackers that can be fired at any time, arrogant to the extreme, and their arrogance has become their own style.

"But... what's wrong?" Li Hua lowered her eyes, covered her face with her handkerchief, and coughed again...

The head guard outside frowned. "This subordinate was unaware that the princess's order was for this subordinate to bring the prince consort back to the princess's residence!"

"Your Highness, please turn the carriage around."

And so, Gan Qiongying's "please" turned into a kidnapping.