"But, Your Majesty..." Shen Biyun raised his face, and the pitiful look on his face made Chu Shaoyang's heart twitch.
"She made me lose face at the wedding yesterday. She couldn't hold her head high in front of her colleagues, and she almost harmed you and the child in your belly. I just sent Aunt Lin to teach her a lesson and didn't want her anymore. Her life is already at her mercy, you don’t have to plead for her anymore, and I will decide whether she lives or dies, so let her leave it to fate!"
Chu Shaoyang ordered coldly: "Come here, tell me the king's order. No doctor is allowed to enter the house to treat the princess's illness and injuries. If anyone violates the rules, he will be punished according to the family law!"
"Your Majesty..." Shen Biyun looked anxious, but felt very proud in his heart.
My good sister, Grandma Lin’s stick is not a vegetarian. Without a doctor to treat your injuries, let’s see how long you can survive!
What Shen Biyun didn't know was that she thought Shen Ning, who was beaten so hard that she couldn't move and was lying on the bed to recuperate, had already left the palace.
At this time, she was happily taking Xiaoru around the streets of Kyoto.
She escaped the last time she left the house, but this time she came out generously with a token, and her mood was naturally different from last time.
When she left the house this time, she dressed very simply. Xiaoru helped her put a bun into a bun, casually tied it with a sandalwood hairpin. She wore a gray and inconspicuous short shirt and skirt. She also I deliberately applied a layer of ginger-yellow powder on my face, covering up my unparalleled beauty. Only my eyes were still clear and bright.
All in all, no one would look at her twice when she walked on the street.
Be low-key, you must be low-key.
Although Shen Ning is out to make money, she also knows that being too eye-catching will never bring any good things. She just wants to make a fortune in silence.
Xiao Ru is already used to all kinds of strange and weird things done by Shen Ning now. She knows that she can never guess what is going on in the eldest lady's mind. Anyway, as long as she stays with the eldest lady, she will definitely not lose anything.
Where there are more people, there are more business opportunities.
Shen Ning naturally understands this truth.
She took Xiao Ru and walked directly to a crowded place. After a while, she arrived at a lively and bustling street market.
Both sides of the street were lined with stalls of all kinds, selling jewelry, rouge pollen, four treasures of the study, candy figures, monkeys and swords... They were both dazzled by what they saw.
The merchants and hawkers were shouting enthusiastically, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians.
Shen Ning's eyes suddenly lit up.
There you have it, here it is!
She went to a woodware shop and rented a wooden table for ten coppers. She also borrowed the store's pen and paper, and with a stroke of her pen, she wrote eight characters, "An iron-mouthed divination can predict everything!"
As a modern micro-expression expert, of course she has to use her best skills to make money.
Xiaoru looked at these eight words and couldn't help but open her mouth wide with astonishment on her face.
She never remembered that the eldest lady had learned fortune-telling and fortune-telling, and she kept muttering in her heart: Doesn’t the eldest lady want to make a living as a charlatan
Shen Ning placed the calligraphy test stall at the last corner of the long street, where there was still a lot of people.
However, the two of them waited from noon until the sun turned west. Most of the day passed, but no one visited Shen Ning's stall.
Xiaoru was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and felt like there was a thorn in his butt. After sitting down for a while, he stood up and looked around.
She was confused. There were many people visiting other stalls, so why didn't anyone come to the eldest lady's stall
Could it be that all of these people have sharp eyes and can tell at a glance that the eldest lady is a charlatan