Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 33 - : It’s her, the woman that night was her

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: It’s her, the woman that night was her

The Second Prince spent half an hour before he understood what had happened in recent days.

He didn’t even know that Murong Jiu was so wealthy as to casually produce tens of thousands of taels of silver for business ventures.

In the social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, merchants are considered the lowest.

Yet in reality, those nobles and high-ranking officials in Capital City all held some form of private businesses.

Distributing gifts at festivals and maintaining household expenses cannot be covered by mere official salaries alone.

Jun Haoze himself also secretly owned many enterprises in Capital City, having a hand in all the highly profitable businesses such as grain shops, jade stores, fabric shops, spice shops, tea shops, and so forth.

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Among these, the fastest money came from the spice shop, jade store, and the fabric shop.

Following these, were the grain and tea shops.

Although they were only “second” on the list, Auspicious Rice Shop had over a dozen outlets in Capital City, each month’s earnings amounted to several thousand taels, which were enough to cover the daily expenses of the Prince’s Mansion.

The rest was pure profit.

He used those funds to secretly recruit soldiers, acquire horses, and train Dead Soldiers among other things.

“It was a fortunate accident that allowed her to make a large sum. You don’t need to worry about the grain. I will have Princess Consort Ling deliver the grain,”

Jun Haoze casually told the manager of Auspicious Rice Shop.

Recalling Capital City’s rumors about Murong Jiu’s relentless pursuit of her master years ago, the manager felt relieved. Since the master said not to worry, there must be certainty, and he needn’t fret about any issues with grain supplies.

Perhaps, they could make a fortune when the price of rice spiked.

Jun Haoze was not worried about such trivial matters. Murong Jiu hoarding grain was merely good luck, and he believed that the Colored Glaze Workshop would ultimately lead her to ruin.

Colored glaze was expensive to produce, unaffordable for ordinary folk, and those who could afford it did not value it highly; with that same amount of money, they’d rather buy jade.

He was in the jade business himself which was exceedingly profitable because he owned several mountains in Yundian, and the jade was mined by his own people.

Additionally, with the sons of nobles having a fondness for gambling on stones, his jade store’s daily revenue surpassed the rice shop’s monthly earnings.

Thus, Jun Haoze didn’t think much of Murong Jiu’s Colored Glaze Workshop.

Having ignored Murong Jiu for several days, she must want to see him by now.

Jun Haoze decided to show mercy by having an informant at Prince Ling’s Mansion pass the message to Zhen Zhu, arranging a meeting with Murong Jiu at the Bright Moon Teahouse tomorrow.

He thought, with Murong Jiu pregnant, aside from relying on himself, could she possibly expect Prince Ling to support her child?

During the days he was not in Capital City, he believed Murong Jiu must be full of regret, having ruined her own prospects.

Jun Haoze remained deeply resentful about this; Yang Chuan and the Minister of the War were men he intended to win over, but both were disrupted by Murong Jiu.

Once Murong Jiu became useless, he would be the first to dispose of this detestable and ugly woman.

“Prince, the Second Prince has sent a message to the Princess Consort, inviting her to meet him at the Bright Moon Teahouse tomorrow afternoon.”

Just as Jun Haoze’s message reached his informant at Prince Mansion, Jun Yuyan was quickly informed.

“Prince, do you want to intercept the message?”

“No need.”

Jun Yuyan appeared indifferent, as if his Princess Consort meeting another man held no concern for him.

The Hidden Guard, unable to decipher the Prince’s thoughts, speculated it may be due to the persistent rain causing the Prince’s old leg injury to flare up, affecting his mood.

He ventured cautiously, “Prince, the Princess Consort’s medical skills are excellent. Perhaps, she could truly heal your leg. The scholar with the surname Lou who was treated by the Princess Consort, I saw that his leg has healed well.”

Jun Yuyan frowned, not having finished speaking, when the announcement of Eunuch Shi came from outside, Murong Jiu had arrived.

What was she doing here at this time?

The sky outside was already turning dark.

“Let her in.”

Murong Jiu walked in carrying something, followed by her maid Chun Tao, who held a half-tall wooden barrel; both of them were drenched as they had come all the way in the rain.

Jun Yuyan stood up, and Murong Jiu hurriedly said,

“Prince, please don’t move. On a rainy day like this, your leg must be uncomfortable. I’ve prepared a medicinal bundle for you; soaking in the medicated water for a quarter of an hour each day will ensure you can sleep at night.”

Jun Yuyan remembered that the Hidden Guard had mentioned that Murong Jiu had been fiddling with medicinal herbs all day, yet he hadn’t expected that it was for improving his condition.

“This foot-soaking barrel was specially customized for you by the craftsmen, so it can soak your entire wound in the medicated water.”

As Murong Jiu spoke, she asked Eunuch Shi to bring hot water.

She feared that Jun Yuyan would refuse, as she had previously suggested treating his leg, but he had refused twice.

In the last few days, she noticed that Jun Yuyan had not come to her place for meals once; recalling it must be because of his leg, she thought of having him soak his leg first to alleviate his pain.

If she could take this opportunity to examine his leg, she would know how to treat him.

Upon hearing that the Princess Consort wanted to soak the Prince’s leg, the plump-faced Eunuch Shi blushed and quickly ordered someone to fetch hot water.

“Eunuch Shi, keep watch, this much water with one medicinal bundle is enough. It definitely has to be boiling water, left for about half a quarter of an hour until it’s slightly scalding, then let the Prince soak the injured leg, just half a quarter of an hour will show effectiveness.”

“This servant understands, this servant understands, many thanks to the Princess Consort.”

Eunuch Shi listened seriously; he had been responsible for the daily life of the Prince since he was young, very dedicated and responsible. It was a pity that in recent years, the Prince increasingly disliked being touched, not even needing assistance with changing clothes; Eunuch Shi even felt he should retire back to his hometown.

This chance to serve the Prince made his heart glad; if the Prince’s leg improved, he would be even happier.

Seeing the two speak so earnestly, Jun Yuyan ultimately did not voice his refusal.

Once the medicinal water was ready, Murong Jiu stood by, hoping to wait until the water cooled a bit to watch Jun Yuyan soak his feet, her thoughts clearly written on her face.

With a light cough, Jun Yuyan said to her, “Princess Consort, you have worked hard. It’s getting late, please go back and rest early. You are wet from the rain, be careful of catching a chill.”

Murong Jiu felt somewhat disappointed, but she also knew it couldn’t be rushed. If she couldn’t see it this time, there would always be a next time.

If he was willing to soak his feet, it would benefit his old injury.

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She nodded, preparing to leave, then suddenly remembered something and asked, “Prince, may I see your face? That small bottle of ointment should be almost finished by now, I want to see the effect, to decide whether to change the prescription or not.”

As she spoke, she leaned closer.

Jun Yuyan instinctively wanted to refuse, but as she approached, he suddenly smelled a familiar scent, as if it wafted from Murong Jiu’s rain-drenched hair.

His pupils contracted, and he froze.

Then, Murong Jiu tiptoed and removed his mask.

Without the mask’s interference, that hint of exotic fragrance seemed to float into his nostrils, leaving him at a loss.

Was it really her that night?

“That’s great, the scar on the Prince’s face has lightened quite a bit, not as red as before!”

Murong Jiu said joyfully, her voice chirping like an orchid, inadvertently spraying on his chin.

In Jun Yuyan’s mind, the woman’s melodious voice from that night seemed to overlap with a few of Murong Jiu’s notes.