Knowing she couldn't avoid it, Liang Ying met the other person's gaze frankly: "What exactly do you want?"
A cold wind blew outside the hall, stinging her face slightly. Song Yue pointed inside and asked, "Shall we go in and talk?"
Having no other recourse, Liang Ying had no choice but to enter the palace.
A warm, pleasant aroma wafted through the air.
Song Yue sat down in the chair without any hesitation.
"Crown Princess!" Liang Ying said in an unfriendly tone, "We had already agreed beforehand that this matter would be dropped."
"***You've misunderstood. I've come to discuss cooperation with you." Song Yue's smile was particularly irritating to the other party.
Liang Ying's eyelids twitched, and she let out a soft snort.
"Doing business requires talent; it's not something you can achieve just by knowing how to use an abacus."
Song Yue's smile faded slightly: "Even if you have a fortune, without an heir, won't you just be doing all the work for someone else in a few years?"
These words were like a knife plunged into Liang Ying's heart. Her face turned pale, and she looked at the other person with displeasure.
“Money is just icing on the cake for ***.” Song Yue said as she poured herself a cup of tea, held it in her hand, and added, “Men, just because they don’t say it doesn’t mean they don’t want it. If you keep them outside and find out, the children might already be able to eat and paint.”
"Enough!" Liang Ying said lightly, "Don't think that just because Aunt Wan said something to you, you can use it as leverage against her."
Liang Ying's biggest regret in life was not having a son. She only had two daughters. When she was giving birth to her youngest daughter, she was angered by the concubine in the mansion and almost miscarried. She was born prematurely at more than eight months and damaged her health. She has never been able to get pregnant again since.
I've tried countless prescriptions, but none of them have helped.
Gradually, she let it go.
“The princess’s family has a noble title, and the prince consort will surely make a great contribution by escorting the grain this time. The emperor will definitely grant him a noble title for the sake of the princess. Is the prince consort willing to watch two noble titles go unrewarded?”
Liang Ying's lips trembled slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed: "You have a way?"
“Of course!” Song Yue nodded.
After a long silence, Liang Ying took a deep breath: "If I can have a legitimate son, you can tell me, I'm listening!"
"How about exchanging all my property in Northern Chu for property in Eastern Japan?" Song Yue raised her hand, and Amber came in carrying a brocade box. When she opened it, a thick stack of silver notes and property deeds were revealed, roughly worth at least several hundred thousand taels.
After a moment's hesitation, Liang Ying said, "Okay!"
She immediately took off the jade pendant from her waist and handed it forward. She also had someone write down the names of all the shops in Japan and gave Song Yue the indenture of the shopkeeper.
There are more than 30 shops, offering a wide variety of businesses.
Clothing, jewelry, fabrics, medicinal herbs...
Song Yue accepted it and thanked Liang Ying.
"Don't be too happy yet. If I don't have a legitimate son, I will definitely not let you off easily!" Liang Ying threatened.
Song Yue slightly raised her chin: "The princess's body is stagnant with pent-up emotions, her yin and yang are out of balance, she has a cold uterus and a weak spleen, and she has been taking tonics for years, but they are not working properly. If I were the princess, I would definitely investigate who bribed the person who prescribed the medicine."
"What did you say?" Liang Ying's eyes widened.
"The princess's tonic also contains a contraceptive, which has accumulated over the years, so how could she possibly be pregnant?"
Liang Ying didn't remember how Song Yue left. She sat blankly in the chair for a long time, recalling the bits and pieces of the past few years.
A chill lingered around my body.
"Xu Lingqing, you've ruined my life!"
Liang Ying married out of the country and met Xu Lingqing by chance. She admired Xu Lingqing's talent for business, and the two gradually became acquainted and even became close friends. Gradually, her business grew bigger and bigger.
Even after Xu Lingqing went to Japan, she would still secretly visit her.
The two also did a lot of business in Japan.
She provides the money, and Xu Lingqing provides the labor; this has always been their collaboration.
During this time, Xu Lingqing introduced her to a doctor, and the doctor has been treating her for the past few years without her ever having any doubts.
If Song Yue hadn't exposed her today, she would never have known that Xu Lingqing had harmed her for so long until her death.
Liang Ying trembled: "Just say I'm not feeling well and bring Doctor Bian to the palace."
"yes."
Doctor Bian was quickly brought in. After taking the patient's pulse, he immediately wrote out a prescription, which the maidservant then took to brew.
Looking at the steaming black medicine and smelling its bitterness, Liang Ying gently held a handkerchief to her nose, frowned, and found an excuse to send Doctor Bian away while summoning the imperial physician.
The imperial physician took a sip and his expression changed slightly: "This medicine is indeed nourishing, but the addition of a cold bran will accelerate the aging process in women."
Liang Ying raised an eyebrow: "What happens if you drink it all the time?"
"They will become infertile for life, and after ten years they will suddenly die."
Liang Ying clenched her fists tightly and said, "Perhaps the maid accidentally put it in the wrong place. Thank you, Imperial Physician."
After seeing the person off, Liang Ying's eyes were filled with hatred. She beckoned to the maid and whispered a few words of advice. The maid nodded in surprise.
A short while later, a whimpering sound came from the side room, as if someone's mouth had been covered and they couldn't make a sound.
It wasn't until the maid returned and reported, "The person is gone," that things continued.
"Send it to the Eighth Prince's residence."
...
Xu Lingqing looked at Doctor Bian, who was bound hand and foot and had already died. Her eyelids twitched, and she felt a vague unease in her heart.
"Who is this?" Zhao Zhiyan suddenly appeared behind him.
Xu Lingqing shook her head, looking innocent, and said, "It was sent by someone from the palace. It's not the first time. The Crown Princess is too petty. It's so boring."
Hearing her say that, Zhao Zhiyan didn't suspect anything and waved for someone to take the dirty thing away.
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