Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

"You—" Meg had been pampered all her life and had never swallowed this kind of humiliation. She was about to explode when her husband stopped her with one grab.

Princess Edith’s father gave her a reproving look. Meg pressed her lips together, eyes turning gloomy.

"Miss An," Princess Edith’s father stepped forward, "we’ve all heard of your reputation as a Divine Doctor, and we greatly admire your Medical Arts. As long as you can cure Edith’s poison, we will agree to any conditions."

An Yiqing’s lips curled. "Any conditions?"

"Yes, any conditions, as long as they’re within our power." The man did not forget to add that at the end.

An Yiqing’s gaze flickered; her smile bent her eyes into crescents. Standing off to the side, Zhang Yufeng watched her and thought to himself that Miss was about to start scheming again.

"Very good. I’m very satisfied with your attitude. In that case, I’ll state my conditions." An Yiqing sat back on the sofa and raised a finger. "First, my fee is very expensive: one billion Gold Coins. Second, I want Princess Edith to apologize to me in person. Third, a public apology in the papers, to give me an explanation in front of the Chamber of Commerce."

Her words had barely fallen when Meg shrieked, "That’s impossible!"

An Yiqing arched a brow. "Oh? What part is impossible?"

Princess Edith’s father’s eyes darkened; his voice carried a chill. "Miss An, don’t you think these three demands are excessive? A consultation fee of one billion Gold Coins, we can accept. Having Edith apologize to you is also understandable. But a public apology in the papers—Miss An, that seems a bit too much!"

"Too much?" An Yiqing’s eyes narrowed, her voice turning slightly cold. "So in your opinion, a man openly flirting with your wife in front of all the nobles isn’t something shameful, is that it?"

Princess Edith’s father choked. If this had happened to him, a public apology in the papers would be letting the guy off easy!

Nothing to say! Total defeat!

Out of patience, An Yiqing slowly stood up. "You two think it over. I don’t have that much patience. Who knows, by tomorrow even if you give me a mountain of gold, I might not treat her. Xiao Feng, see our guests out."

With that, without giving Mr and Mrs Meg the chance to speak, An Yiqing swiftly left the room.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yufeng returned. An Yiqing had changed into a nightgown and walked out of the bedroom.

"They’re gone?"

"Mm, gone. Very unwillingly." Zhang Yufeng said with a smile.

"Did they say anything to you?"

Zhang Yufeng shook his head. "They were fuming; must be pretty mad. Miss, do you think they’ll agree?" A public apology in the papers—something that damaging to the Royal Family’s face.

"They will." An Yiqing walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of water, squinting as she watched the stream slowly fill the cup. "Compared to Edith’s pride, they care more about the Crown Prince position. Edith apologizing publicly in the papers will be very humiliating, but they have plenty of ways to spin it afterward."

"Then Miss, are you really going to detoxify that woman? Isn’t that too cheap for her?" Zhang Yufeng sounded somewhat regretful. How great would it be to let that woman rot for good.

"Of course the poison has to be cured. She is a princess after all. This concerns the relationship between the two countries; it’s better to keep a low profile. Besides, I don’t think her chances at the Crown Prince position are very good anymore."

The reason Queen Freyno favored Edith was first because of her father’s family, and second, because women tend to side with women. But although Edith was her most beloved granddaughter, the Queen ultimately has to look at the bigger picture. After this incident, she would inevitably have a shadow in her heart: with Edith’s character, is she really fit to shoulder a nation? If Emory seizes this timing, Queen Freyno will likely waver even more.

When that time comes, all it will take is one more push, and Edith can say goodbye to the Crown Prince position for good.

"Miss, you’ve always hated trouble. This time, are you planning something?" Zhang Yuksheng asked.

An Yiqing’s brows lifted slightly, a brilliant glint flowing in her eyes. Her smile was a bit cool. "Edith is pro–Country Bai."

Zhang Yufeng understood immediately. Edith was pro–Country Bai; if she rose to power, she would inevitably interact far too much with Country Bai, and with Country Jin as well, things would be even less peaceful. That would be bad news for both Xuanjin Yulong and Xuanjin.

Rather than that, it would be better to kick her down directly, so she would never again have a chance to become queen.

"So, Miss, you intend to support Emory?"

An Yiqing shook her head. "I have that idea, but it’s not the time yet. I’m still observing Emory. Whether he can gain my support depends on whether he knows how to seize the opportunity."

Rising slowly, An Yiqing walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the sea of lights outside.

Country Zi, a land steeped in gentlemanly charm and sentiment. With An Yiqing’s arrival, what kind of towering storm would it soon be swept up in?