Master Pei's Wife is a Devil Concubine

Chapter 744 - 744: Not Everyone Can Be Called a Vixen!



Chapter 744 - 744: Not Everyone Can Be Called a Vixen!

Chapter 744: Not Everyone Can Be Called a Vixen!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Su Ji swore to the heavens that she was not trying to seduce Imperial Physician MO by being so close to him. The main reason was that the topic they were discussing was very private and could not be heard by others.

However, Imperial Physician MO was still very afraid. He stood on his tiptoes and opened his arms to lean against the wall behind him. He pressed his entire back against the wall to ensure that even if there was a strong wind blowing outside the window and the corner of his clothes were blown away, it would not touch the Consort Dowager! “I, I’ve heard of it.”

Su Ji asked, “tell me more about it.”

Imperial Physician Mo’s feet trembled slightly as he stood on the ground in a dancer’s posture. “I wasn’t on duty that day. The one who was invited into Prince Huai’s mansion was an old Imperial Physician. Because he felt that it was strange, he mentioned to me after he returned that Prince Huai’s body was fine and his pulse was normal. He couldn’t find anything wrong with him.”

“Then do you know what Prince Huai’s illness looks like? Dizziness? Fever? Or something else?”

“Um…” Imperial Physician MO said, “I really don’t know…”

At this moment, Su Ji’s hand was already on the wall behind Imperial Physician MO, in a kabedop position.

He had to ensure that he did not touch the Consort Dowager.

Su Ji tapped her fingertips on the wall with a thoughtful expression. A few seconds later, she finally withdrew her hand. Imperial Physician MO took a long breath.

“Imperial Physician MO, you may leave.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Imperial Physician MO picked up his medicine box and ran away!

The wooden door opened and closed.

Su Ji looked at it for a few seconds before retracting her gaze and calling Wu Zhu’er in.

“Consort Dowager.” Wu Zhu’er stood at the door with a bowl of tonic soup.

“Prepare the sedan chair.”

In order to avoid the trouble from last time, she deliberately did not ride a horse this time. Instead, she took a carriage.

This time, she brought Ai Yan and Ai Meng out of the palace, while Wu Zhu’er stayed in the palace to take care of everything.

A palanquin covered with jade curtains stopped at Prince Huai’s residence. Shen Mu, who was dressed in a servant’s uniform, stood respectfully beside the carriage and bowed. ‘Consort Dowager, please forgive me. His Highness is not in today”

“Not here again?” Su Ji lifted the curtain of the palanquin. Ever since she mentioned it last time, Prince Huai would appear in the morning court every day, but other than the morning court, he was rarely seen.

His whereabouts were very mysterious.

She had been to Bian Tong’s farmhouse the day before and thought that he would be there, but it was not there.

Shen Mu secretly peeked through the gap in the curtain and caught a glimpse of Su Ji’s extremely exquisite facial features in his limited vision.

She was really beautiful!

No wonder His Highness called the Imperial Consort by her maiden name that day!

As a servant, it was not easy to catch a glimpse of Consort Dowager’s true appearance. Shen Mu could not help but look at her. It was only when he saw Ai Meng frowning at him that he was shocked and resentfully retracted his gaze.

Ai Yan leaned closer to the sedan chair. “Consort Dowager, then let’s…”

Su Ji glanced at a place not far away.

Prince Huai’s residence was not far from Ning Bianyi’s residence. Since she was already out, she would not make a wasted trip. She would go to the old man’s residence to take a look. She had never been there in her previous life.

Ning Bianyi, that old fox, was a know-it-all. He had countless spies under him. If she went to talk to him, she might find something new, or perhaps some clues about the mysterious whereabouts of Prince Huai… Su Ji lowered the curtain. “Go to the Ning residence.”

“Yes, Consort Dowager.”

In less than ten minutes, the sedan arrived at the Ning residence.

Ning Bianyi was drinking tea with his daughter in the main hall when the butler reported that the Consort Dowager had arrived. He thought he had heard wrongly.

Ning Lihua, who was seventeen years old, had a voluptuous figure and exquisite makeup. She had an arrogant smile on her face. “Father, why is that vixen here all of a sudden?”

Ning Bianyi couldn’t figure it out either. After a while, he chuckled and said,

“since Her Highness is here, let’s not keep her waiting. Let’s go and take a look.”

Ning Bianyi doted on his daughter very much. All these years, he had been thinking of finding the best home for his daughter. If the late Emperor had not passed away, his daughter would definitely have been sent to the palace.

However, a woman was in control of the court, so he would have to marrv her

off to just a noble.

Since the year before last, there had been matchmakers lining up to matchmake his daughter, but he did not like any of them.

His daughter was extremely beautiful and was proficient in the four arts. She was definitely worthy of the best!

Ning Bianyi and Ning Lihua received him at the front of the manor. After a few pretentious greetings, the group returned to the main hall.

Su Ji sized Ning Lihua up. A moment later, her lips curled into a mysterious smile.

It was no wonder that when she had seen Ning Bianyi earlier, she had felt a sense of familiarity. So this was where it came from.

In the two different worlds, different characters had different timelines. However, the 17-year-old Ning Lihua was still as manipulative and cunning as the one in the modern world.

Su Ji found it interesting.

Ning Bian pulled his daughter behind him, blocking what he thought of as Consort Dowager’s jealous gaze.

In the past, he had never allowed Consort Dowager to see his daughter because he was afraid that she might be jealous of her. He did not expect it to happen today.

His daughter was so talented that it would be strange if the Consort Dowager, who was also a woman, did not feel jealous. It would be best if she did not find trouble with his daughter in the future.

Sigh, being too outstanding is also a bad thing!

He thought so confidently, but he did not know that his little daughter was peeking out from behind him and secretly sizing Su Ji up.

That gaze was real jealousy!

This was Ning Lihua’s first time meeting the Consort Dowager in person. In the past, she had always heard her father call her a vixen, but today, she realized that the vixen…was a woman who was too beautiful and different from ordinary people!

Not everyone could be called a vixen!!

“She’s 17 already…” Su Ji sat down on the main seat, touched her chin, and smiled calmly. “Are there any potential suitors?”

“Not yet.” Ning Bian shook his head.

Even if there was, he would say no!

“May I know what your opinion is, Your Highness?” Ning Bian pretended to ask.

Su Ji pretended to think seriously. “Your daughter and the Su name clash. As long as it’s not someone with the surname Su, I think they’re a good match.”

Ning Lihua was stunned. Su…is also the consort’s surname!

Of course he wouldn’t!

“I didn’t expect Your Highness to be proficient in this,” Ning Bianyi said disdainfully.

“A little,” Su Ji replied casually.

Ning Bianyi snorted. “Then Consort Dowager must know the living immortal in the Northern City.”

The living immortal lived in seclusion and rarely came out. He had asked to see him many times, but no matter how sincere the gifts were, he could not even meet him.

He was certain that the Consort Dowager had never seen him before, so he deliberately said this to taunt her.

However, Su Ji did not care. She cared more about the person he mentioned.

“Living immortal?” Su Ji deliberately fell into his trap. “I’ve never heard of him.

Minister Ning is very knowledgeable. Can you tell me about him?”

Ning Bian smiled proudly when he heard her words. Then, he started to brag..


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