Chapter 21 The Emperor is worried that I won’t be able to make it in time for the funeral
Jin Congcong stood in the yard until noon, surrounded by servants and watched. Even Zhang Tiancheng came and tried to hold back his laughter and shook his head.
It was not until lunch time that Bu Ruo kindly asked Bier to pull out the golden needles from someone's body.
"Bu Ruo! You want to murder me? I'm telling you, I have a bad heart. If you dare to attack me again, I'll kill you."
Bu Ruo drank the meat porridge without even raising her eyelids: "Just die, it will save you from disturbing my sleep."
"You... forget it. I won't argue with you. Do you know that since this morning, everyone on the street has been talking about you?"
"My business? What's my business?"
Jin Congcong snatched the bowl from Bu Ruo's hand, but after seeing Bu Ruo's threatening eyes... he put it back silently.
"What else could it be? It's being rumored everywhere that you were attracted to the War King's looks and even though you knew he didn't have many days left to live, you still wanted to marry him and be buried with him. Is that true?"
Bu Ruo nodded: "It's true. The imperial decree was issued last night. Do you want me to ask Bi'er to bring it to you to see?"
Jin Congcong looked at Bu Ruo who was calmly drinking porridge and became uneasy: "Ruo'er, what are you thinking? Why do you have to marry the War King? The War King is decorated with gold?"
"I'm telling you, I don't agree! I'm going to write a letter back to your master and three other brothers, and have them come and talk to you."
Bu Ruo glanced at him and said, "Don't bother you. I wrote to tell them as soon as I got back last night. Not only did I tell them that I was getting married, I also told them about the War King's illness... You can cure it."
"You told them you're getting married? Haha, that's fine. Ruo'er, Ruo'er, your master is definitely going to break your legs this time. Wait...that's not right!"
Jin Congcong stood up in a flash, his face filled with fear as he howled, "What did you just say? Tell them... I... I can cure the War King's illness?"
"Bu Ruo! You want to kill me, don't you? Not only can't I be cured of the War King's illness, even my master, Doctor Du, can't save him. Aren't you asking me to die?"
"Ruo'er, let's be fair. We don't have any deep hatred. If you tell them this now, and I can't cure the War King after you marry him, and he dies, will I still be alive? Won't those four on the mountain skin me alive?"
"You can cure it." Bu Ruo picked up some food.
"I can't cure it!" Jin Congcong cried.
"If I say you can do it, then you can do it." Bu Ruo drank the porridge.
"I really can't... I only know how to make medicinal food." Jin Congcong's knees were weak.
"Don't you want the golden needle anymore?" Bu Ruo threatened.
"This isn't a matter of whether the needles are golden or not... Hmm? Golden needles?"
Jin Congcong's knees, which had almost reached the ground, straightened up. "You made it? You really made it? Exactly like my master's?"
Bu Ruo threw two needle bags to someone, and Jin Congcong carefully opened them for comparison, and even pricked himself twice.
"Really? It's actually true. Ruo'er, you really made one that's exactly the same. How did you do it?"
Bu Ruo finished her breakfast and put down the bowl: "You don't need to know how it's done. You just need to know what I tell you to do. You will get the benefits."
"This set of golden needles will be your reward for healing the War King. How about it?"
Jin Congcong hugged the needle bag tightly: "Are you serious? You are not allowed to regret it. Even if I kill the War King, you can't take back this golden needle."
"No regrets."
"Okay!" Jin Congcong gritted his teeth, "When is your wedding date? I'll prepare your dowry."
Bi'er was amused by Jin Congcong: "Master Jin, the money the mountain master gives you every month is not enough for you to spend, and the rest is subsidized by the young lady. Where did you get the money to buy a dowry?"
Seeing someone about to explode, Bi'er quickly suppressed her laughter: "Okay, okay, forget I said anything. The young lady's wedding date is the sixth of next month."
"The sixth day of the Lunar New Year? Isn't that only a month away? Are you in such a hurry?"
Bu Ruo played with her fingers and said, "Yes, it's urgent. The emperor is worried that I won't be able to be buried alive in time."
Jin Congcong: ...
"Miss, Miss, Butler Zhang asked me to tell you that the War King has brought people to propose marriage."
Bu Ruo was startled: "Let's go and take a look."
The servant followed behind Bu Ruo, feeling both happy and worried: "Prince Zhan brought a lot of betrothal gifts, filling up the entire front yard. Sigh..."
The War King is about to die. What will happen to his young lady in the future?
Although Bu Ruo heard what the servant said, he didn't take it to heart until he arrived at the front yard and realized what he meant.
The front yard was filled with all kinds of betrothal gifts. Not only was there no place to put her feet, but they were still being moved in from outside. The number of people watching outside the mansion was even greater than the day when she gave in to her family and paid the money.
Zhan Wang was pushed to the corridor by Cen Nan. No one knew what he was thinking, but he still had an expression that said "keep away from strangers".
"Alas, I don't know which god the Bu family has offended. Not only did the whole family die in battle, but now even their only orphan daughter is about to be buried alive with them."
"Who says it's not true? The War King also has a miserable life. He used to be such a glorious God of War, but now he has become like this."
Next to a carriage, the woman in yellow clenched her hands tightly, watching the betrothal gifts being carried into the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, her nails digging deep into her palms.
"Miss, please don't be like this. The master doesn't allow you to go out anyway. If the master knows you're here to see the War King, he'll punish you by making you kneel in the ancestral hall when you return."
Lin Rou stared at the gate of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and the hatred in her eyes was about to overflow.
"Why should that orphan girl marry the War Prince? No! No way! I don't want to be the Crown Prince's concubine. I want to be the War Prince's wife. Even if I have to be buried alive with the War Prince in the future, the one lying next to the War Prince will be me, Lin Rou!"
The maidservant beside her shuddered at the crazy look in her mistress's eyes.
In fact, the young lady is not as kind and gentle as others usually see her to be. In the mansion, anyone who makes the young lady unhappy will never have a good ending.
Whenever the young lady showed this expression, it meant that someone was going to die.
The little maidservant secretly glanced in the direction of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, praying that her young lady would not set her sights on the Princess of Yun'an County. After all, how could anyone who dared to ask the Emperor for money at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet be a good person?
In the Duke Zhenguo's Mansion, Bu Ruo brought Xiao Yulan to her courtyard and sat on the steps next to him very naturally, not caring about her image at all. She also gave him one of the two fruits in her hand.
"Your Highness, have you moved all the wealth from Prince Zhan's Mansion here?"
Xiao Yulan stared at the fruit in her hand for a moment: "Not really, it's just that the more valuable ones are all here. After all, you still have to live after marrying into the palace."
"But don't worry, it's already happened. Even if I die, I will protect you and won't let you be buried with me. Everything in Prince Zhan's mansion will be left to you."
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