Ren Yingying thought for a moment, then opened the next page of the letter. "It's not a big deal, I need to stay calm, I have Tangbao!"
Qu Nian: Is this why you just laze around all day, eating and waiting to die, like a salted fish lying around doing nothing?
Do they need to rely on the Consort of the Prince of Jin?
Can't you be a little more sensible?!
Qu Nian once again felt the deep malice of fate directed at him.
He was carefully raised by his parents from a young age, and he also worked hard himself. Who wouldn't praise him as "a man of both literary and martial talents, with extraordinary genius"?
His superficial friendship with the Prince of Jin of Jin contained a mutual respect between powerful individuals.
Aside from not being able to choose his identity, Qu Nian never felt that he was inferior to the Prince of Jin in any way.
In some aspects, he was even clearly superior to the Prince of Jin.
For example, popularity.
(The Prince of Jin sheathed his forty-meter-long sword, cursing under his breath.)
As a result, he's now completely outmatched when it comes to getting married.
Tang Zhuyun at least resembled a decent human being; she was shrewd and capable, with no obvious flaws. What kind of monster was this before her...?
Qu Nian had never seen such an unambitious and lazy woman!
She was still eating in bed; she would rather lie down than sit, and if she could sit, she would rather stand than stand.
She reads, but can't read; she studies, but falls asleep after an incense stick has burned; she looks at the account book, thinking, "Never mind, it's not mine anyway..."
How did she manage to be tailor-made into the very thing he hated most?
If he were human, he would definitely shake the water out of her head and tell her, "You should love what you do! You are the light of the demon race! You have a mission!"
Can you please show some respect for your opponent?
Don't keep saying "Tangbao"Tangbao all the time.
Behave yourself!
He was almost certain that if Tang Zhuyun got the opportunity to cultivate, it was through her abilities, while Ren Yingying must have gotten it through connections.
She was clearly just waiting to bask in the glory.
So much so that any attempt by Qu Nian to get any clues from her was in vain.
She lies down first; what can the others do?
Ren Yingying, continuing to read the letter, exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
Qu Nian: Swearing, very good, you've hit the nail on the head again.
"How could His Majesty kill Prince of Jin? No, no!" Ren Yingying shook her head.
Qu Nian: What? Say it again!
He was very nervous.
"It must be my sassy sister-in-law talking nonsense!" Ren Yingying said.
Qu Nian didn't know what "tea aroma" meant, but subconsciously felt it wasn't a good term.
Qu Hua was indeed no pushover; he had known that since he was a child.
"Luckily we don't live under the same roof, or I'd definitely be dead," Ren Yingying continued muttering. "She's so old, why isn't she married yet?"
Qu Nian: Because she had always wanted to find a son-in-law to live with her, but hadn't found a good one.
She just wanted to stay in Prince of Min's Residence indefinitely, shamelessly.
If Ren Yingying knew this news, she would definitely jump up: If she won't leave, I will!
"No, that's not right." Ren Yingying suddenly felt a sense of crisis. "If what Qu Hua said is true, then wouldn't Prince of Jin be in great danger? What about Tangbao?"
Finally, she's showing some common sense and knows how to be anxious; Qu Nian relieved.
But Ren Yingying quickly added, "Forget it, if we all die together, maybe we'll all go back together!"
Qu Nian: A piece of mud can't be plastered on a wall!
(Ren Yingying: I'll make you stick your head on the wall! You scoundrel!)
"I don't know what my in-laws are thinking, whether they'll try to harm the Prince of Jin. Sigh, we just don't know!"
She suddenly stood up.
Qu Nian: Awakened?
Ren Yingying: "It's time to play mahjong, why haven't they all come yet? Are they all on their periods?"
Qu Nian: Father, Mother, I'm sorry, I've had thoughts of dying again.
It's said that "a virtuous wife brings prosperity to three generations, while a foolish wife ruins three generations," but that's not really true. A foolish wife can make a man not even live past the first generation.
Ren Yingying: "Oh right, I still need to reply to Tangbao! She's waiting for me! Let me think."
She bit the pen, thought for a moment, and then wrote a long, flowing piece.
Qu Nian glanced at it and, as expected, it was still a word he couldn't understand.
But what could Poisonous Woman Ren possibly write?
He stared at her every day—even though he clearly disliked her, he wouldn't leave, just wanting to figure out her purpose, only to find nothing.
She indulged in all sorts of pleasures—eating, drinking, and having fun—no, she indulged in gambling, prostitution, and drugs.
The man had several concubines, and things were going quite normally at first, but she insisted on telling jokes about them.
Now, Qu Nian coldly watches as those few fruits ripen like persimmons in autumn, growing yellower day by day.
He didn't even want his legal wife anymore, let alone his concubines; he'd just pack them up and throw them out later.
Ren Yingying quickly finished writing her reply, had someone from the Prince of Jin's Residence take it away, then stretched and started thinking about playing mahjong again.
She lost five taels of silver yesterday, and she has to win it back today.
Qu Nian was still reeling from the blow and couldn't cheer up. Whenever he thought about that dog, which was ruining the image he had painstakingly built up over the past twenty years, he really wanted to be reborn and start a new account.
"Your Highness," the maidservant whispered from under the eaves, "The veterinarian you summoned has arrived. Where would be a convenient place for him to meet?"
Ren Yingying: "You're here! Quickly, please come in, and a few of you too!"
Avoiding suspicion is so annoying.
But Tang Zhuyun had just written to her and given her some advice, so she decided to listen to her.
When Qu Nian saw the veterinarian enter, he felt a chill run down his spine and ran away, legs clamped together.
He knew perfectly well what Ren Yingying was up to!
Ren Yingying said that she hadn't expected it, but after her attempt to woo the Chow Chow failed, she began to worry about her son's marriage.
She believes it doesn't matter whether it's male or female, but we have to be normal, not abnormal!
She suspects the Dog Meat is because the dog has always been a female dog and hasn't yet adapted to its new role.
As the owner who brought it here, Ren Yingying felt it was her duty to do so.
"Good Dog Meat, let the doctor take a look. We can't avoid seeing a doctor when we're sick, okay?" Ren Yingying held Qu Nian down firmly, gently coaxing him, "The doctor will be very gentle, he won't hurt you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Qu Nian let out a scream.
Ren Yingying was shocked when she saw the long needle in the white-bearded veterinarian's hand.
The old veterinarian said, "Your Highness, your dog is fine. You see..."
Ren Yingying nodded. "I saw it."
But I didn't expect you to just stick the needle in!
If that's the case, what use are you to me? I'll just stab myself!
What a quack! What a complete quack!
However, his method worked immediately. Okay, her son has no physical problems, he's probably just not psychologically right.
Ren Yingying had the veterinarian sent out. "Dog Meat, does it still hurt? Should I put some medicine on it for you?"
Qu Nian broke free from her clutches, leaned wearily against the corner of the wall, and watched her warily.
Seriously, if you mess around again, we'll all die together!
Ren Yingying didn't come forward. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand, leaned against the table, and looked at him with a bitter expression. "When will you understand that you're not the same person you used to be? I'm just afraid you'll be discriminated against by dogs!"
Qu Nian: "Woof woof woof!"
Roll!
It's all because this woman has so much free time!