My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1215 - 1221: Validate the Idea

Although feeling discontent, Duo’er discreetly instructed the young servant and still led the two with a smile brimming on her face.

Seizing the opportunity today, she had to verify one thing.

Upon entering the private room, Prince Liang took the main seat, "You both sit together, I have some matters to attend to anyway."

Qiao Duo’er chose a seat further away, while Yun Piaopiao sat next to Prince Liang, acting as if she was already the mistress of the Mansion of King Liang.

Alas, she’s just wasting a good facade.

Seems harmless to humans and animals, yet steals others’ achievements mercilessly.

Her mind is also muddled, thinking that earning some silver for Prince Liang could take her to the heavens.

She should know that since Prince Liang and the Shen Family are on good terms, he could never be short of silver.

What he lacks most is a son of pure bloodline.

But Yun Piaopiao had a frail body, which likely made it difficult to fulfill his wish.

"Ruyi, bring the menu to the Prince and Miss Yun."

Ruyi quickly presented the menu, "I’ll hurry the kitchen once you’ve ordered."

"No need to look, pick the best and most expensive dishes, and bring a pot of wine as well," Prince Liang didn’t reach out for the menu.

He had been nurtured with luxury from a young age, wherever he went, arrangements were made for him, why bother to order himself?

Ruyi hesitated and glanced at Duo’er, following Prince Liang’s request would cost a considerable amount of silver.

Qiao Duo’er slightly nodded, Prince Liang wouldn’t stoop to dodging a meal’s payment.

As Ruyi left, Prince Liang stopped beating around the bush, "Mrs. Tan, I’ve heard that Duo Meifang isn’t doing very well, I wonder what your plans are."

Yun Piaopiao was formidable, but she only knew how to imitate, for long-term growth, she would need even more formulas.

That was why he had pushed Duo Meifang to a desperate corner.

"Just let it be, as long as we can make ends meet," Qiao Duo’er said nonchalantly.

Wealth was external, having enough was good enough.

Prince Liang frowned slightly, "Is it because of the pregnancy that Mrs. Tan has lost her fighting spirit?"

He hadn’t interacted much with Qiao Duo’er, but he knew she wasn’t someone to concede easily.

"I’m just a woman, what great ambitions could I have? If business can be conducted, I do it; if not, I close doors, it can’t be helped."

It seemed like Duo’er had genuinely given up on Duo Meifang.

But Prince Liang still wouldn’t give up, "I think you must still have some secret formulas, it would be a pity not to make full use of them."

Could sell them to her and achieve a win-win.

"I think Mrs. Tan’s formulas are just right, even more effective than those beauty prescriptions by the Imperial Physician, they shouldn’t be wasted," Yun Piaopiao also persuaded.

However, she thought the complete opposite internally.

If Qiao Duo’er indeed agreed, what would it mean for her?

Forget about taking the most prestigious position, Prince Liang probably wouldn’t spare her another glance.

Qiao Duo’er shook her head, "When I’m in a bad mood, my mind doesn’t work, I can’t think of any more formulas, I can only let down the Prince’s kind intention."

Prince Liang’s expression darkened, three rejections in a row, did she really think he had no temper?

He was the eldest legitimate son of the current Emperor, his maternal family wielding substantial military power, it would be easy to dispose of a woman.

Yun Piaopiao covered her nose with a handkerchief, "Prince, I feel unwell, I’d like to go out for some air."

She hated the scent of peach blossoms all her life, feeling uncomfortable at its smell.

"Miss Yun, do you need a doctor to check on you?"

Qiao Duo’er expressed her concern.

If something happened to Yun Piaopiao in her restaurant, how could she continue doing business?

"No, a walk outside will suffice."

Qiao Duo’er didn’t insist, "Prince, you rest for a moment, I’ll show Miss Yun the way out."