Song Huiru had an arrogant look on her face that said, "Being too beautiful is also a kind of trouble." Although she felt disgusted and repulsed, she was secretly pleased and proud.

How many women in this world are so beautiful that they appeal to both men and women?

It's clear that she's still very beautiful.

She has every right to be the Ninth Prince's consort, or even the future Empress of the Great Zhao Dynasty, or the Queen of the entire world.

“As long as she doesn’t say or do anything out of line, there’s nothing I can do about her. So right now, the most important thing is for us to gain the prince’s favor as soon as possible; once we have the prince’s favor, she won’t dare to bother me anymore.” Song Huiru’s expression remained quite confident, her eyes brimming with smugness.

Mentioning this, Chunxing became even more disheartened: "But Madam, those bandits have the Prince completely under their thumb, and Princess Zhaoping is also eyeing the Prince covetously. The Prince doesn't respond to us, so when will we be able to get rid of Consort Jin, this scourge?"

Song Huiru frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "It seems we have no choice but to take drastic measures. Chuntao, bring me pen and ink. I'll write another secret letter to the Prince. Once you've found out about him, send it to him."

"The prince has returned. I saw him carrying that bandit Wang back when I was cutting flowers in the garden," Chunxing said from the side.

Upon hearing this, Song Huiru felt as if her heart had been pierced.

The Ninth Prince must be out of his mind. He has such a strong and capable wife, but instead he goes and spoils that vulgar and useless bandit!

Shang Xiye finished discussing and making arrangements with the four secret guards.

Wuying pushed him out the door, preparing to go to Huinuan Pavilion.

The guard on duty at the entrance of the ink study suddenly stepped forward and stopped him, handing him a letter: "Your Highness, this was sent to you by the Fifth Madam, who has recently arrived at the Huixiang Pavilion. She said it contains confidential information and must be delivered to you personally."

Wu Ying took it from Shang Xiye.

After receiving Shang Xiye's permission, he immediately opened the letter, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. He then handed the note to Shang Xiye.

Shang Xiye glanced at the note and his expression changed drastically.

The words written on it were neat and beautiful:

I know who will rule the country in the near future;

I also know when you, Princess Zhaoping, and Princess Chonghe passed away.

This time, the note was unsigned, and the handwriting was different from the handwriting in the letter Song Huiru had sent last time.

It is clear that Song Huiru deliberately changed her handwriting this time in order to protect herself.

“Your Highness, this…” Wuying frowned.

Is Song Huiru mentally ill?

Shang Xiye paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Ignore her, go to Huinuan Pavilion."

“Alright, Your Highness,” Wu Ying readily agreed, and pushed Shang Xiye to Hui Nuan Pavilion with light steps.

When Shang Xiye arrived, Ji Fengyao was still in the dark room tinkering with the newly collected medicinal herbs and researching what new medicines and poisons she could concoct.

Ji Fengyao felt that the Empress Dowager was such a treacherous and vicious old woman, and she took care of her in every way. If she didn't specially develop a poison for her, she would be letting down the Empress Dowager's "care".

As soon as Shang Xiye entered the secret room, he heard the little bandit muttering to herself, "Alzheimer's? That's too easy on her. How about Parkinson's? Or just make her ALS? It's a pity we can't start refining pills yet. If we could refine a medicine that torments the soul, that would be perfect."

"Little wife, what are you doing with all this trouble?" Shang Xiye didn't quite understand the words she was using, but he found everything she said interesting.