"Have you heard? Miss Qian didn't go to the bridal chamber with the War King last night."
"They're all useless now, how can they go to the bridal chamber? They'll be living like widows from now on."
"Poor Miss Qian!"
"What's there to pity? She's just a good-for-nothing. It's not unusual for her to marry a good-for-nothing now."
"This Miss Qian is not only ugly, but she's also a jinx to her husbands?"
"Kef, that seems to make sense. After entering the house yesterday, the War King's illness worsened, and he probably won't live much longer."
"Really? Then Wucheng is really going to change drastically."
On the third day, which was supposed to be the day for the bride to return to her parents' home, rumors were flying everywhere on the streets.
In the War King's mansion, Qian Youxue and her servant lived a leisurely life. Taking advantage of Qian Youxue's poor health, Yunhe took a lot of good things from the mansion's medicine storeroom.
Granny Zhou felt sorry for her, but dared not refuse. Firstly, the Princess Consort of Zhan was a woman of high status, and secondly, the woman had been injured by her, so if word got out that she wouldn't be treated well, she would also suffer the consequences. However, she didn't expect that Miss Qian would have such a bad temper and an even bigger appetite, and she emptied out several kinds of top-quality medicinal herbs in a single day.
Granny Zhou also reported this matter to the Prince, who said to let it be, so she couldn't say anything more. Every few hours, she sent Shuicao over to check on the situation. A whole day had passed, and Shuicao had only seen Yunhe, not even the maid named Mei'er.
At noon, Yunhe pushed open the door with a furrowed brow and saw the young lady talking to Mei'er in a very good mood. She hurriedly adjusted her expression.
"Did you buy the items?" Qian Youxue asked, seeing that Yunhe had finally returned.
"I got it, I got it, please have a taste, Master." Yunhe presented the pastries that his master liked, deliberately lowering his head.
The more she acted this way, the more clues Qian Youxue could see. She lazily ate her pastries and said, "Have you heard the rumors outside?"
"Master!" Yunhe called out and slowly nodded.
Qian Youxue didn't care about any of that. She couldn't control what others said; her main priority now was to get her revenge.
Seeing that Yunhe's expression was not good, Mei'er suddenly remembered something and said dejectedly, "Today is the third day, which is supposed to be the day for the bride to return to her parents' home. Why is there no news from the Prince's side?"
Oh no!
Qian Youxue sat up excitedly, but as soon as her bottom hit the bed, her little face scrunched up in pain.
"Master, please take it easy. It will take a few more days for your wound to heal." Mei'er felt pain just looking at it. Although she also had an injury on her arm, the medicine her master gave her was very good, and it didn't hurt as much when she woke up this morning.
Qian Youxue got out of bed and stood on the floor, biting her lip, her mind racing. She was thinking about the homecoming, and logically, someone should go back to the Qian family with her.
But if she went back now, her act would fall apart; if she didn't go back, with all the gossip in the city, her grandmother would surely worry. But once she stepped out that door, her feigned illness would also be over.
Go back? Or not?
She hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the two maids.
"It would be best if Your Highness didn't leave the room. Granny Zhou has come three times today. I've told her that Your Highness isn't well enough to get out of bed and see guests," Yunhe muttered to herself. She knew what her mistress was worried about.
After listening, Mei'er interjected, "Should I go back for a visit?"
“You can’t go either. I told Granny Zhou this morning that you were also badly injured.” Yunhe continued, then paused and added, “How about I go back for a bit?”
This is the only way now. If she doesn't let anyone go back, Grandmother will definitely be uneasy. Since she has to go back, she can't go back empty-handed. A thought flashed through her mind, and she mischievously instructed Yunhe: "Go, just say that this young lady is still injured. If I go back like this, it would be too embarrassing for the Prince's Mansion. Tell you to go back. That Granny Zhou is so protective of her mistress, and she's an old woman from the palace. She'll know what to do."
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