Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 24 - What does it matter to him whether Murong Jiu is good-looking or not?

Chapter 24: Chapter 24 What does it matter to him whether Murong Jiu is good-looking or not?

Murong Jiu was in a good mood, accompanied by Chun Tao, and went to the Prince Mansion’s pharmacy.

On the way to Marquis Mansion yesterday, she mentioned she wanted to lighten the scars on Jun Yuyan’s face.

As a way to thank him for his help with her master’s affairs, she wanted to prepare the medicine earlier.

Steward Lin said the mansion had all kinds of medicinal materials, common and rare alike, and she could take whatever she needed.

Upon arriving, she saw a room full of drawers for storing medicinal herbs, labeled with an array of herbs that almost dazzled her eyes.

Honestly, the variety of medicinal herbs here surpassed those in ordinary pharmacies in the Capital City.

They had everything she needed.

So, she spent the entire day decocting medicine and making the ointment.

In hands-on tasks, she was exceptionally skilled and bold, and the medicine she personally made was more effective than others’, even her master praised her as a prodigy.

Before going to sleep, she finally finished the ointment and planned to deliver it to Jun Yuyan herself.

Jun Yuyan did not come for every meal, but he would visit when he was idle, and if he was ever too busy to come, he’d have Steward Lin say a word in advance, giving her, the Princess Consort, due respect.

Jun Yuyan did not join her for today’s dinner because he was busy, and she was unsure whether he had finished, so she asked Chun Tao to inquire.

“Miss, the young master is still busy, but he said you can come over if you have something!’

Chun Tao returned and said cheerfully.

She felt that the mistress held a special place in the young master’s heart, and although she was a replacement bride, marrying into the Prince Mansion meant the mistress had found a good man.

Her thoughts were written all over her face, but Murong Jiu didn’t burst her bubble.

If Chun Tao knew that she was already pregnant before marrying into the Prince Mansion and that there was no possibility between her and Jun Yuyan, she might live in constant fear.

Arriving at Jun Yuyan’s residence, the guard announced her and then led her to the study.

Jun Yuyan had just finished writing a memorial and, upon seeing her, looked up and asked,

“Steward Lin told me you were preparing medicine all day. Are you bringing the ointment for this Prince? There’s no need to hurry, you are pregnant and weak.”

“If the Prince can use it a day earlier, the scars on his face can heal a day sooner.”

Surprised that he cared about her health, Murong Jiu smiled lightly, carrying the ointment forward and placing it on the desk.

“Apply it three times a day, and you can put on a thicker layer before sleep.”

“Thank you, Ah Jiu. I will make good use of it,” he responded.

Murong Jiu did not leave immediately and said, “Actually, I have a somewhat presumptuous request.”

“Speak,” he invited.

“I wish to borrow two guards from the Prince, those who are discreet and also skilled in martial arts.”

Jun Yuyan didn’t ask what she wanted to do with them. Su Kai was right; he was indeed too curious about Murong Jiu, and that was not good…

He simply nodded, “In the Prince Mansion, aside from my personal guards and Hidden Guards, you are free to choose any of the others.”

After saying this, he added, “Two is too few, you should choose four guards.”

“No need, no need. Two is enough; four would be too conspicuous.”

She had other plans in mind and did not need too many people.

Jun Yuyan pursed his lips: “Fine, as you wish.”

“Then I will thank the Prince in advance. Rest assured, Prince, I will pay them monthly money,” she assured him.

Jun Yuyan nodded lightly.

“I’ll take my leave now. Prince, please rest early,” she said.

As she walked away, she suddenly turned back and added,

“By the way, you should massage your leg more before going to sleep. It’s going to rain tomorrow; it might ache at night.”

Jun Yuyan watched her, the side of her face with the birthmark falling into the shadows, while the other side shone brightly under the candlelight, like a fleeting forest sprite.

By the time he realized it, Murong Jiu had already vanished at the doorway, leaving only the sound of her receding, light footsteps.

A “furrowed” expression etched onto his brows.

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What concern was it to him whether Murong Jiu was beautiful or not.

“Shh.”‘

Murong Jiu and Chun Tao arrived outside of Qiyun Courtyard when she suddenly stopped, signaling to be silent.

In the courtyard, Bai Aoshuang and Zhen Zhu were speaking in hushed tones; what they were saying wasn’t clear, but it was evident the two shared laughs and appeared as close as sisters within just a few days.

Was Bai Aoshuang already one belonging to the Second Prince at this time?

She wasn’t too certain.

“Let’s go in.”

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the two of them noticed their presence.

“Miss, you’ve returned!” Zhen Zhu came up to greet her.

Bai Aoshuang quickly lowered her head and, holding a broom, left.

“Wait, Cui Hua, you go and fetch water, I will bathe in a moment.”

Bai Aoshuang’s face stiffened slightly, “Fetch water? Princess Consort, isn’t that a job for the servant boys? I am frail and can’t carry the load.”

“Is that so? Then let Zhen Zhu help you carry it.”

“Miss…”

Zhen Zhu’s eyes widened in disbelief. She was a first-class maid, how could she be reduced to the role of a maid-of-all-work!

“Hurry up, I don’t want to repeat myself, I’m tired.”

Zhen Zhu bit her lip and dared not disobey.

Some resentment towards Bai Aoshuang brewed within her; it must be because Murong Jiu saw her talking with Bai Aoshuang, and this was her punishment.

Murong Jiu seemed to really dislike Bai Aoshuang.

By the time they fetched the water and filled the bathing tub, both were so exhausted they could barely lift their arms.

Seeing Chun Tao preparing to serve Murong Jiu for her bath, Zhen Zhu hurriedly spoke out:

“Miss, let me serve you instead, I have always been the one to assist you with your baths before, Chun Tao is clumsy and I’m afraid she might hurt you with her rough hands.”

“My hands are not rough at all!”

Chun Tao glared at Zhen Zhu unhappily.

Unwarranted kindness often masks ulterior motives.

Zhen Zhu, who had grown up in the Marquis Mansion, was particularly cunning; despite being exhausted like a dog panting with its tongue out, she still insisted on serving her own bath, probably because the Second Prince had contacted her.

“Chun Tao, you go and rest for now, let Zhen Zhu serve.”

“Alright, if you need anything, please call for me.”

Chun Tao obeyed her words only.

The door was shut, Zhen Zhu first helped Murong Jiu into the tub, and then diligently massaged her shoulders.

“Miss, your skin is truly lovely, even eggs aren’t as white and tender as yours,” Zhen Zhu flattered.

But that was also the truth; Zhen Zhu had always been envious. Despite having grown up in the countryside, she possessed a skin as soft and delicate as silk satin.

Her figure was also enviable. Though not obvious under the loose-fitting clothes, when it was time for a bath, all the maids who saw her couldn’t help but be jealous.

With such a figure and skin, any man would find it hard to resist her in the dark, despite Murong Jiu’s face.

Zhen Zhu had just looked, Murong Jiu’s waist was still slender and narrow, as if a man’s large hand could easily encompass it. Had the Second Prince not said she was pregnant, who could have guessed?

But maybe the pregnancy was still too early to be noticeable.

At that thought, the corners of her mouth curled up in a sneer of schadenfreude.

“What are you smiling about?”

The question from Murong Jiu nearly scared Zhen Zhu’s soul out of her body.

She was surely behind Murong Jiu, and she hadn’t laughed out loud, so how was she discovered?

“Miss, I am smiling because you are so fortunate, the Second Prince sent a letter for you.”

She promptly dried her hands and took the letter out from within her garment.

Elsewhere.

A Hidden Guard said to Jun Yuyan, “Master, the Princess Consort and Zhen Zhu are alone together, presumably to discuss the letter from the Second Prince. Do you want to listen in?”

Jun Yuyan, who was sitting on the edge of his bed massaging his injured leg, stood up and put on his robe to head out, but suddenly turned back to ask, “What made you hesitate in your tone just now?”