She didn’t dare to think any further.
Lifting her eyes, she took another glance at the Princess Consort Jing lying on the bed, and Nanny Liu quietly got up.
If Mo Ziqiao resembled Mrs. Mo, then it was possible she wasn’t the child of the Princess Consort, and the Crown Prince...
However, the Crown Prince bore not the slightest resemblance to Mrs. Mo. She had also seen Mr. Mo several times in the past, and there was not the slightest similarity between him and the Crown Prince either.
Therefore, Mo Ziqiao might not be the child of the Princess Consort, yet it was possible that she was the biological child of Mrs. Mo, and the Crown Prince might also not be the child of Mrs. Mo and Mr. Mo. But if that was the case, whose child was the Crown Prince? And where had their family’s little Commandery Princess gone?
Nanny Liu collapsed onto a stool nearby, gasping for air with fear, her eyes filled with a look of utter despair.
And the Princess Consort Jing lying on the bed was not doing any better either.
Every time she closed her eyes, the scene from her dream where the infant was force-fed poison would flash in her mind, twining around her, filling her heart with remorse.
It was the peak of the hot season in June, yet as she lay in bed, even with ice added to the room, she still broke into a cold sweat, and a chilling sensation crept through her heart!
On the main street, a luxurious carriage ran down the road.
Ye Jiu and Prince Jing sat in the carriage when suddenly the young servant driving the carriage said, "Prince, the road ahead is blocked."
Ye Jiu swiftly lifted the curtain and, upon seeing the sea of people ahead, smiled, "This is the place. It’s too crowded ahead; let’s get out and walk."
Saying so, Ye Jiu was the first to jump out of the carriage, with Prince Jing, having no choice, following suit.
However, as soon as Prince Jing alighted, what he first noticed was the scene of people moving items in droves ahead, exuding a sense of coolness from afar that jolted one’s being.
"Young lady, what is this...?" Prince Jing asked in confusion.
A smile played on Ye Jiu’s lips, "Your Highness, you have a thirty percent share of the profits from this shop. Wouldn’t you like to take a look first?"
Ye Jiu knew very well that Prince Jing hadn’t actually read what was written in the contracts he had signed.
Such carelessness, wasn’t he afraid of being swindled?
But then again, he was a distinguished Prince; it was unlikely anyone daring to set him up had been born yet.
The smile on Ye Jiu’s lips made Prince Jing feel a bit embarrassed.
He knew Ye Jiu was laughing at him for not reading the contract.
But, wasn’t it because he trusted this young lady from the bottom of his heart?
Ungrateful brat, Prince Jing complained to himself.
However, soon after, he started to frown and reflected inwardly, when exactly had he become so utterly unguarded against this young lady?
By the time he was still puzzled, Ye Jiu had already walked towards the direction of the shop.
Ye Gaosheng squeezed through the crowd to reach Ye Jiu, "Little sister, you’re here..."
Meanwhile, Ye Jiu was looking at another side where a noisy crowd was arguing, "Fourth brother, what’s going on with these people?"
Ye Wenzheng was in conversation with someone, but those people were loud and appeared quite rude, nearly coming to blows.
A flash of distress and regret crossed Ye Gaosheng’s face, "These are people who came to buy ice. They’ve lined up for a long time and refuse to leave, but the ice we’ve produced is far from enough to sell. The last cart has already been taken away."
Ye Jiu observed the crowd, whose attire seemed to indicate they were servants from affluent households.
Indeed, two taels of silver is not much in the capital city, but ice is a consumable that ordinary households could not afford.