The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Chapter 135 Making the Antidote

As the sky turned gray, Dongfang Wan'er finally finished making the antidote. Yawning, she wearily walked out of her spatial dimension, muttering to herself, "After working all night, I finally made the antidote. I need to catch up on some sleep." With that, she went straight to the bedside, collapsed onto it, and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Lu Wanning returned by car early in the morning.

She went into the house, searching everywhere for Dongfang Wan'er, but couldn't find her anywhere. Finally, she arrived at Dongfang Wan'er's room, gently pushed the door open, and found Dongfang Wan'er fast asleep on the bed.

Lu Wanning smiled gently, then slowly left the room.

"Madam, you're back. Miss is still sleeping; she instructed that she should sleep until she naturally wakes up," Qiuqin said softly.

"Hehe, Mother-in-law." Just then, Ye Jiuchen walked in and happened to hear Qiuqin's words.

"Ninth Prince." When Lu Wanning saw Ye Jiuchen arrive, she quickly stood up and bowed to him.

"Mother-in-law, there's no need for such formalities!" Ye Jiuchen said, but he waited until Lu Wanning finished her formalities before speaking.

"Young Master." Upon seeing this, Qiu Qin also hurriedly bowed to Ye Jiuchen.

"Well, since Wan'er is still sleeping, I won't disturb her. Tell your young lady that my brother is hosting a banquet tonight, and I will personally come to pick her up." Ye Jiuchen waved his hand, signaling the servants to carry a large box into the room.

When the box was opened, it was filled with clothes made of the finest Shu brocade of the year. These clothes were made of the most precious fabric in the country at that time. Even the Empress Dowager and the Empress only had one or two of them, but there were as many as ten of them here.

There are also all kinds of jewelry and ornaments, countless in number.

"Yes, son-in-law..."

Ye Jiuchen left.

At the Marquis's residence, Dongfang Zheng also received news that Ye Jiuchen had left the palace, and his mood became extremely heavy. Just then, a eunuch delivered a secret letter, which turned out to be a secret order from the Emperor, instructing him to assassinate Ye Jiuchen at tonight's banquet, and to use all means, including poisoning, to ensure Ye Jiuchen's death.

Dongfang was in a real bind. He knew how powerful Ye Jiuchen was and that killing him would not be easy.

Moreover, his daughter, Dongfang Wan, was about to marry into the Ninth Prince's household and become the Ninth Prince's consort, while the First Prince was also going to marry Dongfang Mingzhu. All of this left him feeling conflicted and confused. However, the Emperor's orders were not to be disobeyed, and he had to consider how to deal with this thorny issue.

"Forget it, let's just find a few assassins to try. As for whether we succeed, we can only leave it to fate," Dongfang Zheng muttered to himself, his heart filled with helplessness.

"My Lord." Just then, Liu Qiqi was helped in by a servant, followed by Dongfang Mingzhu.

"Qiqi, you're here. You're pregnant, so don't run around like that." Dongfang Zheng hurriedly stepped forward to help Liu Qiqi sit down in a chair.

Liu Qiqi tried everything she could, but she just couldn't abort the child in her belly. It was so strange. Since that was the case, she decided to give birth to the baby; after all, that person was already dead.

"Daddy."

"What's wrong?" Dongfang Zheng asked.

"My lord, I heard that the Emperor is hosting a banquet tonight?" Liu Qiqi stated her purpose directly.

"Your information comes quickly. Well, the Ninth Prince is not dead. The Emperor plans to hold a welcome banquet for him," Dongfang Zheng replied.

"My lord, I want to go and see for myself," Liu Qiqi said coquettishly.

"Nonsense! How can a concubine like you go?" Dongfang Zheng said sternly. Then, remembering that Liu Qiqi was pregnant, he gently took her hand and said, "Qiqi, you are still in the early stages of pregnancy and it is not suitable for you to travel around."

Liu Qiqi already knew the answer in her heart, but on the surface she still pretended to be aggrieved, "Okay, then Mingzhu, you can go, right?"

Dongfang frowned and thought for a moment. Logically speaking, even a legitimate daughter might not be qualified to attend a banquet of this level, let alone Mingzhu, who was just a concubine's daughter. But Mingzhu was, after all, the future concubine of the eldest prince. It would be good to take her out to see the world and get used to it in advance.

So he nodded and said, "Okay."

Upon hearing Dongfang Zheng's words, Dongfang Mingzhu immediately became excited and quickly said, "Thank you, Father. I'll get ready."

"This child... Lord Marquis, I shall also take my leave." Liu Qiqi said to Dongfang Zheng with a smile.

"Hmm." Dongfang Zheng waved his hand, then began to think about his plans for tonight...

Dongfang Wan'er slept straight through until the afternoon, when she was awakened by hunger.

"Qiuqin, Qiuqin, I'm so hungry! Hurry up and prepare some food for me!" she called out as she sat up in bed.

"The little lazy cat has finally gotten up." Lu Wanning walked in with a smile, carrying a bowl of chicken porridge.

"Mother, you're back." Dongfang Wan'er immediately got out of bed and started to act coquettishly, hugging Lu Wanning's hand.

"Alright, drink your porridge. You just woke up and your stomach is empty, so you can only eat porridge." Lu Wanning saw through Dongfang Wan'er's little scheme at a glance and knew that she wanted to eat something else, so she decisively refused.

"Sigh, alright." Dongfang Wan'er sighed and took the chicken porridge with some helplessness, thinking to herself, "My roast chicken and roast duck... sigh, it seems I can only have porridge."

She gently blew on the porridge in the spoon, then carefully took a sip. Instantly, a rich aroma filled her mouth, making her eyes light up.

"Mmm, this porridge is so delicious!" Dongfang Wan'er couldn't help but exclaim. The porridge was cooked to perfection; the rice grains were soft and sticky, melting in the mouth, and the savory flavor of the chicken was also infused into it, making it rich and flavorful without being greasy.

She disregarded everything else, picked up the bowl, and gulped down the entire bowl of porridge in one go, not even letting a single drop go to waste. After finishing, she licked her lips contentedly and said with lingering satisfaction, "Mother, I want more."

Lu Wanning smiled and shook her head, saying, "Don't rush, there's still a banquet later. Come in first and let's help Miss with her makeup and dressing."

At this moment, Qiuqin walked in, followed by a nanny. Dongfang Wan'er looked at them curiously and asked, "Qiuqin, Mother, what brings you here? Where are we going...? Who is this nanny?"

Qiuqin replied respectfully, "Miss, you're up. Please, Granny..."

The old woman stepped forward, bowed, and introduced herself: "Your Highness, you can just call me Granny Bai. I was sent by the Prince to do your hair and makeup."

Dongfang Wan'er looked at Lu Wanning, her eyes filled with doubt. Lu Wanning smiled and explained, "Tonight, His Majesty is hosting a banquet to welcome the Ninth Prince."

Dongfang Wan'er suddenly realized what had happened and understood the whole story. So that's why she dressed up so carefully.