Chapter 107: Spicy Ninth Princess Consort 4

The Ninth Prince watched the Fujin eat with a speed that did not sacrifice elegance, feeling secretly amazed. Just how much of a shock had the miscarriage caused her?

Was this why she was finally revealing her true nature?

If you were to ask why the Ninth Prince felt that the way the Fujin acted now was her true nature, he actually had a lot to say on the matter.

The Fujin’s previous affected and pretentious manner had been uncomfortable to look at no matter how he sliced it; it always seemed like an act.

Now, whether she was snapping at him or giving him the cold shoulder, her words and actions seemed much more normal.

She seemed vivid now, like a normal person one could actually communicate with.

The dining table remained silent. Once the meal was finished, the Fujin still ignored him, standing up to order the servants to bring hot water, saying she wanted to bathe.

The Ninth Prince’s heart suddenly grew warm. Was the Fujin going to attend to his bath?

He used to find such things quite tedious, but today’s Fujin was exceptionally different and very eye-catching, so the Ninth Prince was willing and even expectant.

As it turned out, once the hot water was ready, the Fujin closed the bedroom door and went to bathe herself. The hot water hadn’t been prepared for him at all.

The Ninth Prince’s face instantly turned ashen, and he turned on his heel and left.

The servants in the Main Courtyard watched the Ninth Prince’s dark expression, not daring to breathe loudly, let alone speak.

It was actually for the best that the Ninth Prince left. The Fujin had just suffered a miscarriage and was not fit for sharing a bed.

Strictly speaking, the servants of the Main Courtyard were the Fujin’s people. Only if the Fujin fared well could they fare well; the logic was as simple as could be.

At any other time, they might have dared to “argue” a few words on the Fujin’s behalf to make the Ninth Prince stay, but now?

Heh, the Fujin’s health was far more important.

Returning to his study, the Ninth Prince still felt disgruntled. He grabbed a teacup, intending to smash it, but He Yuzhu rushed to stop him, kneeling and hugging the Ninth Prince’s waist. “Master, please calm your anger! Please calm your anger! If you smash this and word gets out, people outside will say again that Master and the Fujin are at odds.”

Because of the miscarriage, rumors that the Ninth Prince and the Ninth Princess Consort were at odds had spread beyond the palace; the entire Forbidden City was now filled with such talk.

Even so, the Donggo Clan hadn’t said a word. They sent silver, antiques, and calligraphy as usual, without missing a beat. For the sake of that silver and those antiques, the Ninth Prince could not simply follow his whims and act out.

The Ninth Prince felt even more stifled. He knew spending the silver of his wife’s clan wasn’t a good thing. Look at him now, having to accommodate the Fujin. He was an Aisin Gioro Prince, yet he was bowing his head for silver. What kind of world was this?

“What kind of world? A world where petty people run wild the moment they achieve success,” the Tenth Fujin said, leaving the Tenth Prince utterly dazed.

His Mongolian Fujin could actually speak with such reasoning?

For a moment, the Tenth Prince found it incredibly novel. He leaned in, carefully scrutinizing his Fujin’s face.

Small eyes, high cheekbones, a face as round as a pancake. Her nose was somewhat pert; otherwise, she would truly be too ugly to look at.

Forget it. Facing a face like this, no matter how much learning the Fujin had, he had no interest.

Imperial Father, to appease Mongolia, you’ve truly screwed over your son. With such an ugly Fujin, even looking at her is an eyesore. How am I supposed to live my life in the future?

Like the Ninth Prince, the Tenth Prince was not yet twenty. He was at an age where he only looked at a woman’s face, and at this moment, he was also grumbling about his Imperial Father.

The Tenth Fujin didn’t understand the Tenth Prince’s sorrow. Seeing no response from him after her remark, she sat up abruptly from the bed and reflexively gave the Tenth Prince’s waist a hard twist. “I’m telling you, if those concubines of yours dare to raise a hand against me, I won’t be as good-tempered as Ninth Sister-in-law, waiting for you to give me justice. I’ll take my own revenge and skin them alive.”

The Tenth Prince let out a howl, consumed by the pain. He didn’t hear a single word of what his Fujin said.

This one shout woke up all the neighbors.

The Seventh Prince had just been dozing off when he was jolted awake by Old Tenth^[1]‘s howl. “What happened? What’s going on?”

The Seventh Princess Consort wasn’t asleep yet. Her hair had just been dried, and she was currently maintaining her skin. Hearing the noise, she gave a fake smile. “Didn’t you hear that it was your tenth brother’s voice?”

Who knew what they were up to?

To make Old Tenth scream so miserably, could it be that the Tenth Younger Sister-in-law had given Old Tenth a lashing with a slave-driver’s whip?

Hiss, playing that roughly?

Looking back at the lame Aisin Gioro Prince on her own bed, the Seventh Princess Consort instantly lost interest. Heh, if it weren’t for the fact that imperial orders cannot be disobeyed, what kind of man couldn’t she find?

What rotten luck, marrying a cripple!

And a natural-born cripple at that. Who knew if the children they had would also be lame!

Just thinking about it was depressing. Everyone said the imperial family was grand, that the imperial family was good—why don’t they try marrying in? From the moment you step into the bridal sedan, your life has entered a pit of fire!

On the other side, the Eighth Fujin was also a poor sleeper. Hearing that shout gave her a cold sweat. Realizing it was Old Tenth, she was instantly incensed. “As his older brother, you should speak to Old Tenth tomorrow. It’s not good to always stay up and cause such a fuss. Does he not want his health? The Tenth Younger Sister-in-law is the same, she has no idea how to cherish Old Tenth’s body. Coming from Mongolia, her manners are indeed lacking.”

The first half of her speech was fine, but the last sentence scared the Eighth Prince so much he scrambled up and covered his Fujin’s mouth. “Shh! Shut up! Don’t talk nonsense. The Empress Dowager is also from Mongolia.”

The Eighth Fujin then gave her husband a sheepish smile.

Su Huandan was actually quite puzzled. She was, after all, occupying the shell of the Ninth Princess Consort and was in her post-miscarriage recovery period^[2]. Why had not a single person come to see her?

She later learned that a miscarriage recovery was considered somewhat unlucky. Unless it was someone exceptionally close who didn’t mind the taboo, no one would visit during this period.

It wasn’t as if the recovery lasted forever. It would be the same to visit once she finished her month of confinement.

Thus, a month after Su Huandan’s arrival, she first met the mamas from the Empress Dowager’s palace and received a pile of medicinal herbs and supplements. After that came the mamas serving the various imperial consorts, bringing another pile of herbs and supplements. Then, her sisters-in-law came to visit in order of rank.

First was the Crown Princess, followed by the First Fujin, and so on down the line. She met all her sisters-in-law.

The princes’ Fujins were all very dignified and elegant; after all, they were noble daughters carefully cultivated by their respective clans.

But to be honest, to say they were ugly was an exaggeration. Their looks were generally above average, though naturally, they couldn’t compare to a beauty like Su Huandan.

Even so, she certainly couldn’t be called unattractive. Her appearance was the type that elders found very pleasing, possessing a great deal of dignity and poise.

When the other sisters-in-law saw Su Huandan’s appearance after she finished her post-miscarriage recovery period, they were absolutely stunned. Had she been cared for a bit too well?

It felt as though her beauty had reached an entirely new level.

Her skin was incredibly supple and her features were strikingly radiant. One shouldn’t assume that the royal Fujins were the type to be jealous of a sister-in-law’s looks; their hearts were not that twisted.

Whether a sister-in-law was beautiful or not had nothing to do with them. It was whether the little vixens in their husbands’ back courtyards were beautiful that truly mattered to them.

Therefore, as soon as they saw Su Huandan’s face, every one of them began secretly setting their sights on Imperial Physician Song.

While their facial features couldn’t be altered, they could certainly dream of achieving that same dewy, glowing skin.

Imperial Physician Song soon discovered that he had become very busy lately. The royal Fujins loved summoning him to check their pulses, and they constantly asked for advice on how to maintain their appearance.

Imperial Physician Song was bewildered. When had he become so popular?