Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 22 - : This Prince Will Send You a Letter

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: This Prince Will Send You a Letter

“Big brother, what are you looking at? They’ve all left.”

The Third Young Master of the General’s Mansion, Fu Han, came out and asked curiously.

Fu Heng withdrew his gaze, “Nothing much, just felt like I’ve seen Princess Consort Ling somewhere before.”

“Really? Big brother feels the same? The first time I saw her, I thought she looked very familiar! But I’m certain I’ve never met her before.”

Fu Heng stared at his face for a while, then suddenly realized where that sense of familiarity came from.

The eyes and brows of Princess Consort Ling actually bore some resemblance to the third brother.

“She looks like mother.”

He blurted out.

“What?”

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Fu Han’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Big brother, you’re saying Princess Consort Ling looks like mother?”

The Second Young Master, Fu Sheng, happened to come out and saw a flash of surprise in his eyes upon hearing this.

Fu Heng said, “Mother passed away early, and I don’t have a deep impression of her, but it’s not so strange. The mother of Princess Consort Ling, Lady Wang, was a distant relative and a close friend of our mother. There is some family connection, so maybe that’s why.”

Fu Han nodded, “I see.”

Fu Sheng’s brows furrowed, and he remained silent. He disliked the Yongning Marquis Manor. His mother and Lady Wang had gone to Yongfu Temple to pray together and on their way, his mother had been scared into early labor and passed away giving birth to his fourth sister.

Lady Wang also gave birth to a daughter on the same day but felt that the child clashed with her and had an ill-fated destiny, so she sent the baby to a manor on the day she was born.

But in their General’s Mansion, despite grieving for their mother, they never mistreated the fourth sister for a single day.

So, when he saw Murong Jiu today, he felt a tinge of pity for her.

Born on the same day as his fourth sister, but treated worlds apart—The Marquis Mansion was indeed heartless.

What was unexpected, though, was that she grew up in the manor with exceptional medical skills.

“If it weren’t for Princess Consort Ling today, Hong might not have made it past the gates of death. Big brother, second brother, we should find an opportunity to thank her,” Fu Sheng said.

“Of course, it’s the least we can do!” Fu Han replied, “If something had happened to Hong, I would have been eternally guilty.”

After all, it was his idea to go to the outskirts to try fresh produce.

Fu Heng nodded gently, “Find out what she likes. Since it’s to say thanks, we need to show proper gratitude.”

Sitting in the palanquin and arriving at the doors, Murong Jiu had recovered a fair amount. Chun Tao helped her onto the Prince Mansion’s carriage.

Jun Yuyan came up a step later, putting away her medicine box, and then asked, “Drunken Fairy Tower has a new fish broth congee that’s been simmered over a gentle fire for two shichen, cooked until tender and aromatic without a trace of fishiness. Would you like to try it?”

Having not eaten for so long, she must be hungry, and the distance from the Minister of the War’s residence to the Prince Mansion was not short, but it was very close to Drunken Fairy Tower.

Murong Jiu really was famished, and if it were any other day, she would definitely not want to eat fish congee for fear of fishiness, but she nodded, “Thank you, Prince, for the trouble.”

“You made Lord Zhou owe me a big favor; it is I who should thank you.”

She pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, “Prince, having taken me in at the Prince Mansion, it is only right for me to do some work for you.”

Jun Yuyan didn’t expect her to use the word “taken in.”

Suddenly, he remembered the cold treatment she encountered that morning at Marquis Mansion.

Initially, he didn’t fail to notice the feigned warmth of Marquis Murong and his wife, but it wasn’t until they reached Old Madam’s courtyard that he realized just how absurdly they treated her.

Perhaps, as she said, she was not their biological child.

If Marquis Murong truly disliked his daughter, he wouldn’t show such excessive favoritism towards Murong Man.

At Drunken Fairy Tower, Jun Yuyan instructed the guards to lead Murong Jiu and Chun Tao into the building first, then signaled to another personal guard Nie Peng.

“Go investigate if anything unusual happened when the Princess Consort was born, leave no stone unturned.”

Murong Jiu had helped him, and he too should return the favor; he never liked being indebted to anyone.

The fish congee at Drunken Fairy Tower really was delicious, not fishy at all, especially the pickled vegetables served alongside it—sour and crunchy—Murong Jiu particularly liked them.

She had fallen asleep on the way back after eating her fill.

Perhaps it was the extra fatigue from her pregnancy, but she actually slept straight through to the next morning.

Waking up in bed, she stared at the bed canopy for a while before realizing where she was.

She wasn’t in the carriage; who had carried her back?

She immediately ruled out Jun Yuyan, for his legs were not well, and it was quite a distance from the entrance.

But Chun Tao certainly didn’t have the strength for that.

Could it have been Jun Yuyan’s guard?

“Miss, you’re awake. The kitchen has prepared chicken porridge for you; I’ll go get it right away!”

Chun Tao said with vitality.

“Miss, let me help you wash up and get dressed.”

Zhen Zhu stepped forward, ready to help Murong Jiu with her clothes.

Murong Jiu did not refuse and called Chun Tao back, “Who brought me back to the yard yesterday?”

“It was your husband, ma’am! You were sleeping so soundly that you did not wake up even when he called you; afraid you’d be uncomfortable in the carriage, he carried you over.”

Her face was full of surprise—it was Jun Yuyan?

“His leg…”

“The master was very steady as he walked carrying you, I couldn’t even keep up. However, I think you should go check on him, it’d be troublesome if his old injury flared up.”

Chun Tao was intent on matchmaking her mistress with the master, believing him to be very reliable, much better than the Second Prince.

Chun Tao happily went to fetch the porridge.

As soon as she left, Zhen Zhu immediately spoke up, “Miss, how can you reveal your medical skills in front of others? It would be one thing in the Prince Mansion, but how could you go treat Lord Zhou’s son?! The Second Prince wanted you to keep a low profile for fear of inciting jealousy.”

Murong Jiu responded nonchalantly, “Jealous of what? I am now Princess Consort Ling; who would dare be jealous of me?”

Zhen Zhu was taken aback, and it took her a moment to respond, “Miss, have you really put the Second Prince out of your heart? You used to care so much about him. How can you talk of giving up so lightly because of one mistaken marriage? The Second Prince is still waiting for you—he hasn’t married yet.”

Murong Jiu sighed, “Zhen Zhu, I have accepted my fate. There’s nothing wrong with becoming Princess Consort Ling. You’ve seen it, Prince Ling treats me very well. If the Second Prince really wanted to marry me, he would have sought the Emperor’s permission by now.”

“But…”

“That’s enough, no need to say more. The past… let’s just bury it deep in our hearts.”

She wanted Jun Haoze to know that it was not truly lack of care on her part, but a compromise to the inevitable.

The real drama was only just beginning.

“Master, why don’t you come in?”

Chun Tao’s voice sounded from outside.

Murong Jiu’s expression stiffened slightly; Jun Yuyan was outside—what a coincidence. Didn’t that mean he had heard everything she just said?

Would he think her words about not having the Second Prince in her heart were meant to deceive him?

Jun Yuyan entered and said, “I’ve come to join you for a meal.”

Chun Tao’s face bloomed with joy as she set down the porridge, dishing out two bowls and meticulously arranging the small dishes and pastries.

“We don’t need attendants here; everyone out.”

“Yes!”

Chun Tao pulled Zhen Zhu out with her.

“Prince, about what I said just now…”

“No need to explain to me. As long as you don’t intend to harm me, I don’t care what you hold in your heart,” he replied.

Murong Jiu lowered her head, swallowing the words she had wanted to say.

“I’ve come to give you a letter.”