Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 495 - 8: Cannon Fodder Vase in a Power Struggle Novel (Part 8)

Chapter 495: Chapter 8: Cannon Fodder Vase in a Power Struggle Novel (Part 8)

After seeing off Chun Niang, it wasn’t long before someone else arrived in the courtyard.

Jiang Lai was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open, and Little He whispered in her ear.

"Miss, Lady Doctor Zhao is here, she’s waiting outside right now."

Jiang Lai half-closed her eyes and said lazily.

"Mm, let her come in."

The moment Jiang Lai saw Zhao Ziyuan, she understood why Chu Yunxuan disliked the original owner so much.

Because Zhao Ziyuan was too thin. Although her white clothes were tailored to fit, they still made her look like a slender bamboo stick. Her thin face had an air of elegance, reminiscent of green bamboo in the forest, catching the eye. The calm and indifferent look in her eyes also drew curiosity.

In comparison, the original owner was at least twice her weight.

If Chu Yunxuan initially preferred this type, then the original owner was of no value in his eyes.

When Zhao Ziyuan saw Jiang Lai, she bowed in greeting. Jiang Lai noticed that it wasn’t the usual curtsy of women but a bow similar to that of a man.

"How long has the Prince Consort been feeling unwell?"

Jiang Lai looked at Zhao Ziyuan as she pretended to check her pulse seriously. Her lips curled slightly, and her tone remained tired and languid.

"It’s been a while. I feel drowsy and lethargic after every meal, and my waist and legs ache terribly. Every time I take an afternoon nap, I feel even more exhausted when I wake, and my throat feels dry and bitter."

After speaking, Jiang Lai glanced at Zhao Ziyuan, her eyes filled with some concern.

"Doctor Zhao, what is this illness of mine, is it easy to treat?"

Hearing her description, Zhao Ziyuan understood immediately that Jiang Lai had the symptoms of pre-diabetes along with three highs. Of course, the ancients had no concept of diabetes and didn’t know that once contracted, it couldn’t be cured and, if uncontrolled, would only worsen, eventually preventing one from walking.

"The Prince Consort is feeling dizzy due to anxiety and irritability. Just pay attention to rest and diet, and it should get better."

Zhao Ziyuan said it as if it was no big deal.

"Are you saying there’s nothing seriously wrong with me?"

"Mm, the Prince Consort is in good health without any major issues; just rest well."

Jiang Lai struggled to get up and looked at Zhao Ziyuan.

"Doctor Zhao, isn’t your frame a bit too thin? Is the food in the mansion not good? Look at you, your thin face can’t hold any flesh, and you appear somewhat mean. Little He, go to the small kitchen and bring a bowl of red date glutinous rice porridge."

Saying this, Jiang Lai turned to Zhao Ziyuan and smiled innocently.

"I heard Doctor Zhao was born into poverty. But now, with skills, you shouldn’t worry about food and clothing. However, some things money can’t buy, like this glutinous rice, it’s an imperial gift.

Later, drink more of it."

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyuan couldn’t help but chuckle.

The Eighth Prince was devoted to her, and if she desired something, he would find it for her. This ordinary glutinous rice was nothing; Jiang Lai didn’t know that the porridge in the kitchen was prepared by the Eighth Prince specifically for her.

By the time Little He brought it out, the porridge was still warm.

Jiang Lai offered a seat.

"Sit down and drink more."

Of course, Zhao Ziyuan didn’t have time to play along with Jiang Lai. She needed to go among the people to spread medicine, gathering more public support for the Eighth Prince.

"Prince Consort, I’m not hungry right now. If you’re well, I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."

Saying this, Zhao Ziyuan turned to leave, but a cool voice came from behind.

"Doctor Zhao, I’ve heard that you go in and out with my husband daily, and your actions are quite ambiguous. Can’t you explain this to me?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ziyuan’s lips curved into a cold smile.

The women in the rear court really had no skill at all, their heads filled only with petty jealousy, oblivious to the fact that her relationship with the Eighth Prince was not simply ambiguous.

They had committed to each other in the Cold Palace, promising to work together hand in hand.

Unlike the women in this courtyard, she wasn’t brainless. Her goal was to help the Eighth Prince ascend the throne, not to waste time tussling with these women.

"Prince Consort, you could just ask His Highness directly. Or do you think I am an easy target to push around?"

Her tone was undoubtedly arrogant.

But that’s the character’s setup: aloof and proud.

Jiang Lai maintained her persona, staying lazily on the rocking chair, speaking unhurriedly.

"Zhao Ziyuan, from your tone, do you think I need to see if you’re an easy target?"

Jiang Lai’s tone was lazy, as she continued at a measured pace.

"My father is a second-rank major official, there’s no need to say more. My mother, the sister of the current Prime Minister Wen, and has a close relationship with the Empress. The late Emperor personally granted her the title of First-rank Lady.

I, their only daughter, do I need to specifically pick on an easy target in this Prince Mansion?

Zhao Ziyuan, do you think yourself worthy?"

Zhao Ziyuan turned around with a tense face looking at her.

Looking at this feudal product, raised by the feudal system, who could do nothing but rely shamelessly on her family background to reach out for things beyond her, casually trampling on others’ dignity without looking at her own sorry state.

As a modern person, Zhao Ziyuan could never learn how to kneel to others at any time.

So Chu Yunxuan ordered that she didn’t have to bow to anyone in the mansion or face anyone’s moods.

And now, the always "pure and kind" Prince Consort finally revealed her ugly side when there was no one around.

Zhao Ziyuan coldly snickered in her heart, looking at Jiang Lai expressionlessly.

"Prince Consort, aren’t you afraid these words just now will reach His Highness’s ears?"

"So what? What could His Highness possibly scold me for because of this? You’re just a lowborn folk doctor, do I have to stand up and bow to you?"

Zhao Ziyuan silently clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh.

Yes, she had no status in this mansion, and even if the Eighth Prince favored her, he couldn’t be too blatant. After all, they still needed the backing of the families of the women in the rear palace, especially Jiang Lai, who still had some utility.

"Get out, don’t stand here being an eyesore, looking like a stick is irritating."

Zhao Ziyuan swallowed her grievances and left angrily.

Watching her leave, Little He said worriedly.

"Miss, treating her like this, won’t she complain to the Eighth Prince?"

"She might, but who cares, I’m too lazy to think about it now."

Anyway, she’s lazy, has no brains, and Chu Yunxuan, that useless man, dares not do anything to her.

No matter how strong the wind, it can’t blow away her hundred-plus pounds.

With peace of mind and a full body, she slept sweetly after ranting, without any guilt, straight until the sun set in the west.

In the end, it was Little He who shook her awake.

"Miss, miss, something’s wrong, I just saw His Highness heading our way right after returning to the mansion."