My rigid, jealous husband has fallen for me, even though I'm a hopeless romantic.

Chapter 142 Go Win the Prize

“Okay,” Wei Dongning readily agreed.

But as expected, plans change faster than expected.

When they went to the gauze tent to pay their respects to the Empress and the others, Fang Zirui and his wife had already been pulled away by other friends to play polo.

There was simply no time to chat with them.

Wei Dongning was still very sad when she heard the news from Xiao Fu.

After all, who wouldn't want to be with a beautiful woman?

"Isn't the concubine in front of you a beauty too?" Xiao Wu comforted her.

"Yes, but don't you think that staying here and facing the Empress and the others is incredibly stressful?"

She felt she wasn't yet at the level where she could withstand such pressure and still laugh and joke around.

Moreover, I doubt Gu Peiyan would want to stay here.

Wei Dongning made up her mind: "I'd better find an excuse to slip away."

She really didn't dare to accept such a blessing.

Gu Peiyan couldn't hear what Wei Dongning and Xiao Wu were saying in their hearts. Following their plan, she led her to the front of the tent and greeted the people sitting inside.

When Consort Wei saw Wei Dongning, she thought of the imperial physician's diagnosis of Lin Xinian earlier and wanted to ask about their plans. However, she remembered that Lin Xinian's pregnancy was still in its early stages and it was not yet time to announce it, so she swallowed her question.

The Empress was not familiar with them and had nothing to do with keeping them for a chat. After they got up, she waved to them and said, "Go play and try to win some good luck."

Wei Dongning was secretly delighted.

No need to make up an excuse, it's just too awesome.

Xiao Wu had been keeping an eye on the situation in various parts of the venue for Wei Dongning. When he saw Su Yizhuo walking alone towards the gauze tent, he began to replay what had happened at the entrance of the venue.

While dragging the progress bar, she muttered to herself, "Didn't Zhong Shuyue come? That shouldn't be the case."

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a somewhat familiar figure stepping down from the carriage: "I knew it."

Wei Dongning felt a constant buzzing in her head. Listening closely, she could hear Xiao Wu's voice: "What are you muttering about?"

"Let me see if your good friend has arrived yet. Oh, and your mother and second sister will be here soon too."

Wei Dongning said "Oh": "Did they leave late today? They usually arrive before me."

"Yes, your second sister was invited out to dinner by the Third Prince yesterday, and she's been vomiting and having diarrhea ever since. She got up a little late this morning."

"Is that so? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

“Yesterday… I forgot.” Xiao Wu pursed his lips and looked at her apologetically. “I’m willing to make amends. I’ll show you the details of what happened yesterday later.”

Wei Dongning nodded in satisfaction and continued walking forward with Gu Peiyan.

Then they saw a man in a dark red robe waving at them from a distance.

Seeing that Gu Peiyan had responded, she jogged over to them and greeted them warmly: "Brother Gu, you've finally arrived! We were just about to play the 'Flying Flower Game' and were waiting for you. Your wife is here too, would you like to join us?"

Gu Peiyan also looked at Wei Dongning, seemingly hoping that she could come along.

But Wei Dongning knew she was rather uneducated, and to avoid being unable to recall a single poem when asked, she shook her head and refused, saying to Gu Peiyan, "You go with him, I'll wait here for my mother and the others."

After thinking for a moment, Gu Peiyan decided to accept the visitor's invitation: "If there's anything you're interested in, feel free to go and have some fun. I'll be right there, you can come find me anytime."

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction the man had come from.

"Okay, go quickly, don't keep them waiting."

Gu Peiyan took two steps forward, then stopped and turned back to remind her, "Please remember to be careful."

Wei Dongning nodded quickly: "I know."

Gu Peiyan then left with her friend.

"Brother Gu and your wife have such a good relationship. Today's prize is a fine jade bracelet. With your literary talent, I'm sure you can win this good fortune and give it to your wife."

The friend led Gu Peiyan to the place where the prizes were placed and pointed them out to him.

Gu Peiyan nodded calmly and praised, "It really is a good thing."

But in his mind, he was already picturing what it would look like if this emerald green bracelet were on Wei Dongning's wrist.

On the other side, Wei Dongning was sitting in the rest area prepared for everyone, watching the scene that Xiao Wu had shown her yesterday when Wei Qiuci and the Third Prince were having dinner.

To be honest, it's quite normal.

There was nothing wrong with the conversation between the two of them.

The Third Prince, Su Yide, kept trying to find topics that Wei Qiuci might be interested in, seemingly hoping to win a smile from the beauty.

Wei Qiuci was very accommodating; she would generally respond to anything Su Yide said.

But that's all there is to it.

“Everything looks normal. Could it be that the ingredients aren’t fresh?” Wei Dongning rested her chin on her hand, her gaze falling on Shen Siyun, who was riding a horse not far away, laughing smugly.

Seeing that she met her gaze, Wei Dongning excitedly raised her hand and waved it vigorously twice, then mouthed a "go for it!" before continuing her conversation with Xiao Wu: "Wait a minute, they all ate the same thing, so why is he perfectly fine?"

“It’s not that he’s completely better. He’s only slightly better than your second sister.” Xiao Wu’s two fingers were almost touching. “He went to the toilet many times after returning to the palace. He just didn’t throw up.”

Enraged, he immediately sent people to the restaurant where they had eaten, and thoroughly investigated it from top to bottom and inside to outside.

It turned out that the problem was indeed with the ingredients.

The broth that the restaurant kept had spoiled somewhat due to improper storage.

The chef, however, did not notice that he had added the broth to the dish.

They weren't the only ones who got sick yesterday; many others who ordered the same dishes also experienced varying degrees of diarrhea after returning home.

The doctors who treated the patients were extremely busy yesterday.

Before Wei Dongning could see how the restaurant ended, she heard a familiar voice approaching from afar: "Ningning! I felt it should be you just now!"

The person who arrived was Zhong Shuyue.

Wei Dongning smiled and waved to her, then patted the empty space next to her: "Come sit down for a while."

Zhong Shuyue walked briskly, like a little butterfly, to sit down beside her. She nodded slightly to Xiao Fu, who was pouring tea for her, before starting to chat with Wei Dongning: "I just heard some big news. By the way, why are you alone? Where's your husband?"

"Oh? How big is it?" Wei Dongning asked, feigning curiosity.

In his heart, he had a pretty good idea of ​​what she was going to say.

He also remembered to answer her question: "He went over there to compose poems."

As expected, Zhong Shuyue said "Oh" and then lowered her voice, saying mysteriously, "The concubine is probably pregnant, but it's not very far along. You mustn't tell anyone."