"Are you blaming me?"
"I wouldn't dare, my lady. I just think it's such a shame."
"I'm the one who got stung, not you. What's there to pity? Find me a few pretty veils tomorrow. I'll draw some new ornaments and hair accessories. My image is at stake, so make sure they match my designs exactly."
Sangshen noted it down, but her thoughts turned to Jiang Shuyue.
They're both human. How can the difference be so enormous?
The next day, the bumps on Lan Ruoyue's face still hadn't faded, and her jewelry wasn't ready either. She stayed in her room and refused to come out.
When Sangshen came to report, she slammed the table. "Perfect timing! Go find the herb merchants and make sure they buy up these medicinal herbs in large quantities. This time, I'll make Jiang Shuyue fall flat on her face!"
The Fourth Prince also wanted Jiang Shuyue humiliated-or better yet, dead.
So he didn't send anyone to investigate. They wouldn't find anything anyway. Instead, he urged his subordinates to work with the Second Prince and buy up all the medicinal herbs in the five nearby cities.
Word of Jiang Shuyue's free medicine distribution had already gone out: three hundred people a day, for ten days.
Drawn by her reputation, the common people arrived early in the Capital City to line up.
Those who could afford it stayed at inns, while those who couldn't stayed with relatives. For people with neither friends nor relatives nor money, the Marquis's Residence even provided a subsidy of ten copper coins.
For a time, Zhou Yunshen's reputation soared. Those who had once called him a butcher now became his supporters.
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