Chapter 104: The Spicy Ninth Princess Consort 1

The address of “Fujin” made Su Huandan’s skin crawl.

In the Qing Dynasty, this seemed to be the title for noblewomen of status, didn’t it?

But the Qing Dynasty really wasn’t a good era.

A woman’s status, whether she was a concubine or a primary wife, was quite low in the face of men.

If she had a choice, Su Huandan would have preferred to go to the modern era. At this moment, she truly didn’t find the 1970s distasteful anymore. Really, compared to the Qing Dynasty, the 70s were much more lovely!

Su Huandan didn’t open her eyes. She felt warm fingers pressing against her wrist. Was the pressure of those fingers taking her pulse?

Furthermore, her stomach hurt intensely. Su Huandan understood Chinese medicine now, but she had never experienced this kind of pain before. Without taking her own pulse, she couldn’t know the specific condition of her body, but she guessed there was a high probability that the original host had suffered a miscarriage.

Since there were people around her right now, she decided to receive the original host’s memories first. It was only a matter of three to five seconds anyway.

After sorting through the original host’s memories, Su Huandan’s heart sank steadily.

The original host was the Ninth Princess Consort, Donggo Baozhu, the wife of Aisin Gioro Yintang.

She had started out as the primary wife of the man famously known in the Qing Dynasty as Seshe^[1]…

The original host’s identity was clear, and her current physical condition was also clear.

She had taken a fall and miscarried. It was said she had stepped on a patch of ice, which caused the fall.

That had indeed happened, but the original host wasn’t sure if she had been schemed against. When she fell, she had smelled the scent of osmanthus. She felt that what she had stepped on wasn’t ice, but osmanthus oil.

Just as she was about to open her eyes, Su Huandan heard the Ninth Prince shouting irritably, “Donggo Clan, what are you good for? How could you just fall? I’ve never seen such a stupid fool as you.”

Not a single word of concern. He opened his mouth only to call his wife a fool. After Su Huandan’s heart sank to the bottom of the sea, it was now frozen in ice.

Scumbag. No wonder he was eventually renamed Seshe by Yongzheng. With this kind of character, he deserved it!

Opening her eyes, she saw the Ninth Prince, who was as beautiful as peaches and plums. He was the famous “Beautiful Ninth” of Qing history. Even with the “money rat tail^[2]” hairstyle, he was still beautiful in his youth.

The Ninth Prince’s features were feminine, a man with a woman’s face, yet he wasn’t effeminate at all. He possessed the full aura of an Imperial Prince.

Seeing Su Huandan open her eyes, he gave a cold snort. “You’re awake? Donggo Clan, you’re really something. You managed to lose my son. You…”

“How do you know it was a son? What if it was a daughter? Looking at your foul-mouthed manner, you don’t look like someone capable of fathering a son.” Su Huandan snapped back directly before the Ninth Prince could finish.

Su Huandan didn’t want to spend the rest of her life dying in confinement. Especially with the Ninth Prince’s temperament, she didn’t even want to give birth to a great man’s son in this life. She planned to endure her days and die back to the Underworld after ten years.

With this mindset, Su Huandan didn’t want to live so cautiously.

What was wrong with snapping at the Ninth Prince?

She didn’t believe Kangxi would kill her over this.

When one’s body was uncomfortable, who could have a good temper?

Having snapped back in one breath, Su Huandan felt some of the frustration in her heart dissipate.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at the Ninth Prince, whose face was dark and whose nostrils were flaring with rage. She thought to herself, “That’s more like it. I’m unhappy, so why should I honestly be your punching bag and let you be happy?”

“Donggo Clan, say those words again?” Yintang’s gaze looked as if he wanted to devour Su Huandan.

“I’ll say it as many times as you want. How do you know the one I lost was a son? What if it was a daughter? Looking at your foul-mouthed manner, you don’t look like a person who could produce a son. Aisin Gioro Yintang, I’m the one whose stomach hurts the most after losing the child. Do you think I wanted this? Instead of having time to be here in a fit of incompetent rage, why don’t you go check where that patch of ice I stepped on came from? When I fell, I smelled the scent of osmanthus oil.” Snapping was one thing, but Su Huandan didn’t actually want to seek death. Venting a bit and then diverting the Ninth Prince’s attention was the standard operation.

Sure enough, Yintang gnashed his teeth and pointed at Su Huandan. Without another word, he turned and left.

Once the Ninth Prince was gone, Su Huandan pointed at the Imperial Physician who had been kneeling, not daring to look up or even breathe loudly. “Imperial Physician Song, you may rise. You’ve seen a joke today. Write the prescription.”

Hurry up and write the prescription so you can leave, lest you be scared to death.

When Su Huandan had transmigrated, the original host had already been cleaned up.

After seeing off Imperial Physician Song, the people serving in the room, even the original host’s wet nurse, didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

They had truly never seen an Imperial Prince’s Fujin who dared to snap at him. Imperial Princess Consorts were all expected to be gentle, kind, respectful, and frugal. Someone like Su Huandan had truly terrified those serving closely.

The issue was, the Ninth Prince didn’t seem to have actually done anything to his Fujin.

For a moment, these people couldn’t handle the Fujin’s unexpected change. They needed time to digest it!

It wasn’t until the medicinal soup was brewed and Su Huandan had finished it, saying she wanted to rest, that the people waiting for orders finally withdrew.

At the bedroom door, the original host’s wet nurse sat on a stool to keep watch, glancing at Su Huandan from time to time.

Su Huandan’s hands were under the covers. She first activated the Coordinate Jade Cocoon, then took her own pulse, after which she pursed her lips.

The original host’s body wasn’t just a simple miscarriage. She had also been consuming things that promoted blood circulation and removed stasis for half a month.

In the Ninth Prince’s backyard, there were two “personnel palace maids,” the kind who didn’t even have the rank of Gege^[3]. They were indeed given by Consort Yi to teach the Ninth Prince about intimate matters.

Therefore, the root of the original host’s accident should lie with these two women.

They were still living in the palace right now. Others wouldn’t normally go out of their way to make trouble for an Imperial Prince’s Fujin.

By the time of the evening meal, the Ninth Prince returned to the back courtyard with a dark face. Hearing the footsteps approaching the bed, Su Huandan thought to herself, “Has this man finished his investigation?”

He had found out. It was indeed the work of the Ninth Prince’s personnel palace maids. Pulling up the radish brought up the mud^[4]; in one go, the Ninth Prince sent six people back to his birth mother, Consort Yi.

After all, the staff in his living quarters were all arranged by his mother. Now that something had happened, it was naturally more appropriate for his mother to handle it.

When the Ninth Prince told Su Huandan about this, his tone was very calm, as if the person who had been in an irritable rage earlier wasn’t him.

After explaining the course of events, he continued to complain about his wife. “Is this how the Donggo Clan taught you? How many women are there in this backyard in total? You actually couldn’t manage them clearly? And you even had the dog-like audacity to talk back? Donggo Clan, look around the entire Imperial Palace. How do the Imperial Princess Consorts of other families conduct themselves? Is there even one as stupid as you?”

Being bullied to such an extent by a palace maid from the Personnel Office, and then having her dare to talk back after just a few words of reprimand, the Ninth Prince truly felt that his Imperial Ama must have closed his eyes when choosing a Fujin for him.

The moment he thought about going to the Upper Study^[5] tomorrow and being mocked by his brothers for failing to keep his household in order, the Ninth Prince felt an unbearable sense of grievance. He didn’t have a single pleasant look for Su Huandan.

“If you think I’m so terrible, why don’t you just give me a letter of divorce? If that’s not enough, how about a cup of poisoned wine? Or send me to a temple to become a nun? You’re an Aisin Gioro Prince, would any of that be difficult for you?” Su Huandan retorted half-heartedly, her words immediately driving the Ninth Prince away in a huff.

Soon enough, Consort Yi was informed of the young couple’s conversation.

Consort Yi, who was already lying in bed preparing for sleep, was left speechless.

A spat between a young couple wasn’t a major issue, even if the words exchanged were unpleasant.

She simply felt that after her youngest daughter-in-law’s miscarriage, the girl had become a bit difficult to handle.