The Prince Consort's Secret (GL) - Chapter 8

Over the next few days, I spent my time holed up in the study, wandering idly around the residence, and even learned how to play bone tiles—but truly, it was all dreadfully boring.

I had no desire to enter the palace. The Crown Prince didn’t come to see me either—not that I was surprised. After all, he’s a man and can roam freely outside every day. Why would he spare a thought for poor little me?

One afternoon, I lay sprawled on the bed, bored out of my mind. The only remotely interesting thing lately was the future Consort. The wedding was set for the twentieth of the third month. Today was the twenty-seventh of the second month—still more than twenty days away. Too early to fuss over it.

I let out a groan and rolled over, turning my back to Yinger.

She paused for a moment behind me, then switched from massaging my legs to massaging my back.

I mused, If I had turned to face her instead, what would she be massaging then?

Just as I was thinking this, Qiu Wen’s voice piped up:

“Princess, would you like some yangtao?”

I sat up instantly.

How thoughtful! My maids knew to bring me snacks before I even asked.

Yangtao—kiwifruit.

I took the peeled fruit without hesitation and started munching away.

When I finished, I grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the juice from my fingers and lips, then smiled:

“Another one, please.”

Before I could even wait, another maid handed one over.

I took my time with this one, eating slowly while pondering what to do next.

It seemed like… there really wasn’t anything fun to do at all.

If I had to stay cooped up in this place every single day, I’d probably die of boredom!

So I turned to Yinger and asked, “What do I usually do all day?”

Yinger replied dutifully,

“Her Highness usually reads, practices swordsmanship, plays bone tiles, does embroidery, and chats with us…”

Heavens! I howled internally.

Reading? No desire.

Swordsmanship? No skill.

Bone tiles? Incredibly dull.

Embroidery? Ha! As if.

Chatting? Always with the same handful of people—boring.

Maybe I wasn’t going to die from palace intrigue after transmigrating—maybe I’d just be bored to death!

Just as I was spiraling in frustration, I caught something odd—Qiu Wen was giving Yinger a knowing look. Yinger, in turn, shot her a glance.

Qiu Wen responded with a flirtatious wink.

The two of them were exchanging glances in front of me—they were definitely up to something!

I immediately snapped,

“What are you two doing? Flirting in front of your Princess?!”

Qiu Wen giggled,

“Just teasing each other a bit. Or are you saying if I winked at you, Princess, that would also count as mischief?”

As she said this, she winked at me.

…Speechless.

After dinner, as usual, I went to the study to read.

I had flipped through some historical texts, and thought it was time to review some medical knowledge.

I browsed the shelves and stumbled upon a volume of medical history written by a folk scholar—

and discovered something that instantly captured my interest.