Yin Tang had a concubine named Liu, the daughter of Liu Da, the steward. Among all the concubines, she was Yin Tang's favorite.
I heard that she was beautiful and had a good voice, and was good at Kunqu Opera, which Ninth Prince Yin Tang loved to listen to.
This is also why she was able to stand out among all the concubines.
Because she was favored by the emperor, Yinzhen allowed her to visit home every now and then, and also to take a walk in the streets to relax and relieve her boredom.
Today happened to be the day that Lady Liu went out for a stroll. She was accompanied by two maids and two guards, and they were quite well protected.
It is clear that she was truly favored.
She had only intended to buy some jewelry casually, but a fortune teller stopped her on the way.
"Madam, would you like your fortune told?" The middle-aged man, with a pockmarked face and a thin build, stroked his three-inch beard and smiled in a kind yet mysterious manner.
Liu glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word.
The guards behind him stepped forward to drive him away, but the fortune teller only looked at Madam Liu: "Madam has a good life. She has entered a wealthy family and is like a phoenix flying up a branch. However, there will eventually be a setback. Only if it is made up for can it be considered perfect."
Liu raised her hand, signaling the guards to step back, and asked with a slight smile, "What makes you say that, sir?"
The two guards retreated behind Liu.
"There are too many people here, madam, would you please have a word with me in private?" the fortune teller suggested with a smile, as if he had expected this.
After hesitating for a moment, Liu nodded and followed him to a room on the second floor of a teahouse.
Two guards stood at the door, while only two maids followed Liu into the room.
Liu and the fortune teller were facing each other.
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About half an hour later, Liu and the fortune teller left the teahouse. The fortune teller weighed the heavy purse in his hand and left satisfied.
After strolling leisurely along the main street for a long time, and then wandering around the alleys for a long time, I came to a corner and met Chun Ya, who was waiting there.
"Are you sure the person behind you is gone?" Chun Ya looked behind him and asked anxiously.
The fortune teller smiled smugly: "Don't worry, young lady. I've been around this place for so many years, this little thing is no problem for me."
Chun Ya breathed a sigh of relief and handed him a purse. The fortune teller took it, opened it, glanced at it, and then put it into his pocket with a smile: "May you have many beautiful ladies."
"Remember, from today onwards, go far away and never return to the capital, or I won't be able to save your life," Chun Ya warned in a low voice.
The fortune teller readily agreed and hurriedly took his leave.
Back at the teahouse where Heyue was, they entered a room that was right next to the room where Liu and the fortune teller had been.
After lunch, Heyue and two maids came here, while the rest of the people waited outside the teahouse.
Chun Ya leaned close to He Yue's ear and whispered, "Your Highness, everything has been taken care of."
He Yue smiled and nodded: "You did a good job. You'll get a reward when we get back."
Chun Ya smiled and said, "You flatter me, Your Highness. It's all what I should do."
With the matter settled, Heyue had no desire to stay any longer. She led her people out of the teahouse and returned to her residence.
A few days later, Heyue heard news that the Ninth Prince, Yinzhen, had contracted a strange illness, and all the imperial physicians in the palace had been summoned to the Ninth Prince's residence.
However, according to the information Chun Ya obtained, the Ninth Prince actually suffered from a skin disease that specifically appeared on his face, making him unable to be seen by others.
These past few days, the Ninth Prince hasn't dared to step out of his room, and even his most favored concubine, Lady Liu, has been confined to her quarters.
He Yue secretly regretted not being able to witness the Ninth Prince's current disgraceful state, but couldn't hide her smugness on her face.
Of course, her revenge didn't stop there; that would have been too easy on him.
Even if a royal physician were to treat that kind of disease on the face, it would be unbearably itchy until it was completely healed, and one would be unable to resist scratching it.
It will probably be quite a while before the illness is cured.
Once he recovers, he probably won't dare to go to his concubine's room for a long time, and will have to endure a period of ascetic life.
For the notoriously womanizing Ninth Prince, not only was his most prized appearance ruined, but he also couldn't touch the beauty he loved most. This was more tormenting than anything else.
As for the Tenth Prince, Heyue originally intended to teach him a lesson, but then changed her mind.
After all, it seems that the Tenth Prince stopped the Ninth Prince from doing something; otherwise, who knows what would have happened that day.
The Tenth Prince was a good man, so Heyue wouldn't hold it against him. She could only vent all her resentment on the Ninth Prince.
In reality, the fortune teller visited Liu that day only to explain the theory that Liu was favored but had no children.
Although Lady Liu was favored, she was worried about losing favor after her beauty faded, and she desperately needed a son to secure her future.
Lady Liu was probably spoiled and too naive. When she heard that the fortune teller had a prescription for conceiving a son, she was so eager to have a child that she believed it and put the medicine into the tea that the Ninth Prince usually drank when he went to her room, as the fortune teller had instructed.
One can imagine how furious the Ninth Prince must have been at this moment, having been outmaneuvered by his most beloved concubine. Anyone would find it unbearable.
Knowing the outcome, Heyue stopped caring, unaware that something terrible had happened at the Ninth Prince's residence.
The Ninth Prince, who had never suffered any injustice before, was greatly wronged this time. Not only was he furious, but even Consort Yi in the palace was so anxious when she heard the news that she not only sent the imperial physician but also sent her personal nanny out of the palace to visit him.
The Ninth Prince refused to see anyone except the imperial physician until the Eighth Prince arrived, at which point he was allowed to enter.
Seeing the Ninth Prince's face covered in pustules and his expression of deep bitterness and resentment, completely unlike his usual dashing demeanor, the Eighth Prince's eyes twitched violently, and he wanted to laugh but held it back.
The Ninth Prince lay on the bed, rolling his eyes dramatically: "Eighth Brother, even you're making fun of me!"
The Eighth Prince carefully examined his face, sat down, and comforted him, "With the imperial physician here, you should recover quickly, so you don't need to worry."
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