As soon as he finished speaking, the clear sky outside, which had been cloudless, suddenly became overcast, accompanied by bursts of thunder, as if it were about to strike the two villains inside.
Wan'er remained standing by the window, unwilling to leave. She wanted to hear how this pair of despicable father and daughter were going to deal with her.
She guessed correctly; there was indeed a problem with Yongshou Palace, but since it didn't pose a threat to life, the system hadn't mentioned it.
Dong Ejun took out a dark object from his robes and placed it in Songdan's hand. "The same as before, mix it into the spices and burn it together!"
Songdan obediently accepted it, saying, "The strong scent of agarwood will naturally mask the smell of akebia. Even if the imperial physician comes, he won't notice."
"Be careful, don't make any more mistakes!" Dong Ejun instructed.
“My daughter knows,” Songdan replied.
Looking at the sky outside, Dong Ejun knew that a heavy rainstorm was about to begin, so he bid farewell to Songdan and left in a hurry.
Watching Dong Ejun's departing figure, Songdan's fear faded. She touched her swollen face, her eyes narrowing, and said viciously, "Dong E Wan'er, it's all your fault! If you hadn't appeared, the Emperor would have favored me, and Father wouldn't be just a second-rank minister, forever subservient to your father." She gave a bitter laugh, "We're the same military officers, with the same merits, so why do you receive so much more benefits than us? You deserve to die!"
After she finished speaking, she called over her loyal henchman and placed the dark object in his hand.
She didn't say anything, but the lackey understood what she wanted to do, which shows that this wasn't the first time.
Seeing that everyone had left and that she wouldn't hear anything useful if she stayed any longer, Wan'er turned around and quickly walked towards Chengqian Palace.
As soon as she returned to her palace, she couldn't wait to ask the system, "What is Guanmutong?"
The system beeped twice before replying: "Aristolochia manshuriensis has effects similar to musk, but without the strong smell. While it won't kill you, it will make it difficult for women to conceive, and even if they do, the fetus is unlikely to survive past three months."
After the answer was given, the system remained silent.
Wan'er sneered, "You really overestimate me. I thought it was A'ge's poison that caused the Fourth Prince's weakness, but it turns out the real reason is here."
The reason why Dong E Wan'er gave birth to the fourth prince in history was that as soon as Fu Lin heard that she was pregnant, he immediately had her move into Chengqian Palace.
But despite smelling so many fragrances, she ultimately couldn't escape this fate.
However, it's not too late now. After all, Wan'er has moved into Chengqian Palace ahead of schedule, and as long as she stops smelling it, she will be fine.
As she pondered how to deal with the akebia spice, a torrential downpour began outside. Gazing up at the lightning-streaked sky, she thought to herself, "Why don't they be struck dead by lightning! It's true what they say, good people don't live long, while evil people go unpunished."
She murmured, seemingly complaining about the injustice of fate.
In reality, what fairness is there in this era? Birth is a watershed moment. The saying that "the emperor is subject to the same laws as the common people" is just empty talk.
If a person in a high position of power kills an ordinary citizen, they can simply let the matter drop with a small amount of money.
But if an ordinary person were to kill someone of high status, their entire family might be implicated and punished.
There are so many unfair things, how can the Thunder God strike them all down?
"Oh right!" she suddenly thought of something. "Although the Thunder God won't listen to me, I can use my knowledge to draw lightning onto them. Even if they don't die, I'll make sure they're crippled for life."
Unfortunately, Dong Ejun was outside the palace and only entered the palace occasionally, but Wan'er was not discouraged and punished as many as she could.
Without hesitation, she picked up her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone and began sketching. Her focused expression was so intense that even the deafening thunder didn't disturb her.
After she finished drawing, Qi Lan had already arrived at the palace gate.
"Your Highness, are you awake yet?" she asked, knocking on the door.
"kindness!"
She only came in after hearing Wan'er's signal.
As soon as she entered, she saw ink stains on Wan'er's sleeves and exclaimed, "How can you do such rough work yourself? You can just call me over." As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the stains off Wan'er's sleeves without any displeasure.
Looking at her sensible manner, Wan'er secretly praised her a few times.
"It's nothing, just a small matter," she said, waving her hand.
Once the ink had dried, she placed the drawing in Qi Lan's hand and instructed, "Have the craftsmen make this according to my requirements."
"What is this?" Qi Lan turned around and around, but couldn't understand it no matter what she did.
Wan'er couldn't explain it well, so she simply said, "You'll understand in the future."
Upon hearing this, Qi Lan asked no further questions and bowed as he withdrew.
Just as she was about to leave, Wan'er quickly called out, "Wait."
Qi Lan stopped in her tracks, puzzled, and turned to look at Wan'er. "Does Your Majesty have any further instructions?"
Wan'er stepped forward and earnestly instructed, "You must use silver. Do not cut corners, or you will ruin my plans."
Seeing Wan'er's unprecedented seriousness, Qi Lan naturally took the matter to heart. "Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will keep an eye on the craftsmen."
Hearing this, Wan'er finally felt relieved. She wouldn't have been at ease without Qi Lan watching over her, since everyone is greedy.
Because if anything else is mixed into the silver, then her plan will be in vain.
Before we knew it, the rain stopped, and the originally dim room gradually became brighter.
She knew she couldn't teach Songdan a lesson today, but it didn't matter. After all, there were plenty of thunderstorms, and she wasn't in a hurry.
The next day at Chenshi
No sooner had she finished her breakfast than someone was eager to light incense for her.
Just as it was about to be lit, she quickly called out, "Wait!"
The palace maid hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Wan'er, "Your Highness, what's wrong? You usually love this flavor the most."
Wan'er stared coldly at the palace maid. She was not particularly attractive, especially her eyes, which looked like tiny green beans.
Her attire suggests she was a second-class palace maid.
Wan'er pretended to be unaware and said, "It's nothing. This fragrance is too strong. I can't sleep if it's too strong, so I won't light it for now."
But the palace maid was not about to give up. She smiled and said, "How could that be? This incense is made of the finest sandalwood, which has the best calming and soothing effects. There must be another reason for this. Your Highness must take it seriously."
"There's some truth to that." Wan'er glanced at her indifferently. "What's your name?"
The palace maid quickly curtsied and replied, "This servant is Qiuye."
"She's a good talker," Wan'er nodded.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Ye was smug and a slight smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you for your praise, Your Highness."
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