When the news came out, the court was shocked.
Lan Ling had only been on the throne for a short time, and his foundation was unstable. There were many people who had ulterior motives. Seeing that Lan Ling was in trouble, they all started looking for other families.
Within a few days, the threshold of Prince An's Mansion was almost broken down.
They thought they were doing it secretly, but they didn't know that they were all seen by the Jinyiwei, who reported it to Lan Ling.
"Your Majesty, should we take action?" The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Lan Ling shook his head. "No rush, let's take care of it."
It's easier to slaughter them after they've been fattened up.
"How's Shuang'er doing? Has anyone been trying to trip her up lately?"
Lan Ling took a sip of the teacup. The commander smiled and said, "Prince Rong is claiming illness and is staying at home to renovate his house."
"Oh?" Lan Ling was surprised. "What kind of house are you renovating?"
The commander got some paper and pen and drew something for Lan Ling. "Prince Rong wants to build a bathhouse in the mansion, a swing, and renovate the main house. He also plans to demolish the backyard where he used to keep his son. He plans to make a large garden and build a Star-Picking Tower."
Lan Ling watched for a moment and sighed, "What is love in this world? It can actually make a prodigal woman turn back. How rare, how rare."
After thinking for a moment, Lan Ling felt that the prodigal girl's return should not be in vain, and she had to support her, so she asked the Jinyiwei to secretly send a stack of silver bills over. Other things were too conspicuous, so she put the silver bills in her sleeve pocket for safety.
When the Jinyiwei arrived, Lan Shuang was trying out the swing. She sat on it and weighed it, and after making sure it was sturdy enough, she started playing.
"Your Highness, Lord Zhao from the Embroidered Uniform Guard is here."
Meng Yu led someone in. Lan Shuang looked up and asked, "Why are you here? Does the Imperial Sister have any instructions?"
Lord Zhao bowed respectfully, took out a banknote from his sleeve pocket and presented it with both hands, "I am here on the orders of His Majesty to give His Majesty…" He paused and said, "money."
This was really too straightforward. Lan Shuang was stunned for a moment. She stared blankly at the stack of papers, which was as thick as a person's palm. How much money did it cost?
"Your Majesty is very pleased to hear that the prince has returned to his rightful place. Please allow the prince to continue working hard and live a good life with the prince."
Lan Shuang: “…”
"Thank you, Royal Sister, on behalf of the king." Lan Shuang accepted the money calmly. She would rather refuse it than refuse it for free. Lan Ling was not stupid. If the treasury was empty, she would definitely not give her so much. The fact that she gave it to her showed that she was still rich, so she would not be polite.
After receiving the money, Lan Shuang handed it directly to Meng Yu, "Give the craftsmen a snack today."
Meng Yu was overjoyed, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Lan Shuang glanced at Lord Zhao and smiled, "You should thank your Majesty. This is your Majesty's money."
"Yes, yes, I will thank His Majesty for the reward on behalf of everyone else!"
Lord Zhao nodded in satisfaction and bowed to Lan Shuang, saying, "His Majesty also said that the plan will have results within a month. Please be patient, Your Highness."
"I understand. Go ahead."
Lan Shuang gave Meng Yu a look, and Meng Yu immediately went to see the person off.
With a tap of her toes, the swing swung, Lan Shuang's skirt fluttered in the wind, and her mood also became cheerful.
888 "The original owner's resentment value has been reduced by twenty, leaving eighty. Congratulations, host."
"A prostitute's return is worth more than gold." Lan Shuang smiled.
Lan Ling believed in her change. For the original owner, this was a kind of progress, right?
…
In a flash, another half month passed, and the gloomy clouds and mist in Kyoto made people breathless.
Lan Ling hadn't attended court for a full half month. The imperial physician was frowning all day long, and the lights in the Imperial Hospital were on all night long.
At first, Lan Shuang stayed in her own house, but later she moved into the palace to take care of Lan Ling.
These changes made outsiders feel that Lan Ling was no longer capable.
It rained heavily that day.
The corner door of Prince An's mansion opened, and a man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat hurried in and followed the servant into Prince An's study.
Prince An was standing behind the table, writing with a pen in hand. His strokes were quick and there was a hint of murderous intent in his writing.
As the last stroke was completed, she looked up, a vicious look still on her face that she had not yet subsided.
The visitor bowed his head and knelt down to salute, "This subordinate greets His Majesty."
"how?"
The visitor looked up at Prince An and said excitedly, "I heard from our spies in the Imperial Hospital that they've been researching a drug that can kill tigers and wolves these days. We're going to give it a try. Lan Ling won't be around for long!"
Prince An's expression lightened slightly. "Really?"
"It's absolutely true. People in the palace say that Lan Ling's bedroom is tightly surrounded by the Jinyiwei and the Imperial Guards. Only Prince Rong and the imperial physician go in and out all day long. Our informants said they saw Prince Rong hiding in a corner crying secretly yesterday."
This time, Prince An completely believed it and laughed out loud. "That useless Prince Rong can't keep secrets. He knew Lan Ling was going to die and his support was gone. Shouldn't he cry in advance?"
She stroked the jade ring on her thumb, narrowed her eyes, and ambition and greed flashed in her eyes.
"Your Highness, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Imperial Guards and the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards have both joined our forces. We have the troops at our disposal. While Lan Ling is unable to recover, we can seize the palace and reclaim the throne!"
The subordinate knelt on the ground with a stern look in his eyes, "Your Highness, there is no time to lose! If we wait any longer, there's no guarantee that the other princes won't have some improper thoughts."
These words hit Prince An's lungs hard. He slowly tightened his grip, slammed his fist on the table, and made up his mind, "Go get everyone over here—"
"Yes!" The subordinate stood up and hurried away, disappearing in the heavy rain in a flash.
…
Lan Shuang stood in front of the window, with damp vapor blowing in her face. She blinked gently and stretched out her hand. Soon, her palm was wet by the raindrops blowing in.
Meng Yu watched beside her and sighed, "This rain is too heavy."
"Bigger is better." Lan Shuang smiled slightly, turned her wrist, and spilled all the water that she had accumulated with great difficulty.
Meng Yu was puzzled. "Why does Your Majesty say that?"
Lan Shuang withdrew her hand, and the handkerchief slowly brushed through her fingers. She turned her head to look at Meng Yu and said meaningfully, "Only heavy rain can wash away the filth."
There were hurried footsteps behind her. Lan Shuang turned around and saw that it was Cui Jing.
Although he had been warned by Lan Ling, Cui Jing still felt complicated when he saw Lan Shuang.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty is ready. She asked you to wait in the side hall, where it is safer."
Lan Shuang glanced past her into the hall. Through a layer of hazy gauze curtain, Lan Ling nodded at her.
Lan Shuang nodded, "Okay."
She took Meng Yu to the side hall and began to wait quietly.
Half an hour later, hurried footsteps were heard amid the rain, followed by the clash of weapons.
Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes slightly, put down the teacup with a smile, and said, "Here I come."
Prince An led his men in from the heavy rain and charged in. Wherever they passed, blood and water flowed on the ground, but were washed away by the heavy rain.
The Jinyiwei and the Imperial Guards guarding outside the bedroom were soon at a disadvantage. Prince An was blood-thirsty and strode into the bedroom with a knife in hand.
The gauze curtains in the hall were low, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air, but it could not cover up the bitter taste of the medicine.
Upon smelling this, Prince An raised his lips in triumph, "Lan Ling, you're quite a tough creature."
(End of this chapter)
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