The Imperial Concubine's Escape: The Adorable Baby Has a Waiter for a Father

Chapter 10: The Abandoned Wife, the Useless Nine Heavens Immortal, and the Tsundere Concubine, the Scorpionic Sister 6

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Cheng Xianxian was no longer interested in the sounds outside. What was a good thing for Ru Yan was certainly not a good thing for her.

It seemed that leaving this place as quickly as possible was the most urgent matter.

The aroma of food drifted through the room. Cheng Xianxian could no longer resist the temptation; she got out of bed and walked to the table. Looking at the dishes on the table, she couldn't help but salivate.

Would Ru Yan poison the food? She didn't want to be poisoned to death just because she was greedy. TV shows always showed people using silver needles to test for poison. Cheng Xianxian felt around her own head, but her head was bald and there was nothing there.

Cheng Xianxian searched the room and saw a dressing table in the corner. She walked over and found a silver hairpin in a jewelry box on the table. She grinned; this was it.

Cheng Xianxian tested all the food with the silver hairpin. When it showed no change, she finally picked up her chopsticks with peace of mind and began to feast.

No matter what, she had to go out tomorrow to see what the situation in this Prince's Mansion was like. She couldn't just slip away when she didn't even know where the door was. After eating her fill, Cheng Xianxian let out a burp and sat back by the bed.

Her eyes were drawn to something. Directly facing the bed, right beside the chaise longue where Ru Yan sat, was a large window.

The window was opened quite wide. If she wanted to get out, she could just jump through the window. Didn't that hateful mistress say she could fly?

She could try it then. It would be best to fly out of the Prince's Mansion; it would be faster than walking.

No way, I'll go through the window.

Hmph, but she couldn't act rashly today. A small lack of patience would ruin a great plan.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xianxian walked to the door and opened it herself. Yu Yue, who was by the door, immediately stepped forward to block her path. "Princess, your body is still weak; it is not yet suitable for you to be exposed to the wind," Yu Yue said respectfully, giving a reason that left no room for argument.

"I'm tired of just lying here; it feels stifling. The sun looks quite nice outside, so I thought I'd come out for a walk." Cheng Xianxian felt that her "weak willow swaying in the wind" act almost made her want to vomit.

"Princess, you should still focus on recuperating. Once your body is better, this servant will have someone prepare your favorite rocking chair in the garden." Yu Yue refused to budge at all.

This only made Cheng Xianxian more certain of her predicament—she didn't even have freedom. Her attention drifted back to that window. Just now, she had pretended to glance outside casually, and her estimation was correct: there were no guards outside the window.

"How much longer do I have to recover? If I keep lying here, my bones are going to fall apart." Cheng Xianxian feigned a yawn.

"This servant will report back to the Princess after asking the Immortal Physician," Yu Yue said with a slight bow. Cheng Xianxian couldn't see the expression on her face, but she didn't need to; she already knew what it looked like. Ask the Immortal Physician? Cheng Xianxian didn't believe for a second that she was actually asking a physician; she would definitely be asking Ru Yan.

As Cheng Xianxian turned back, Yu Yue immediately closed the door. Cheng Xianxian didn't care about Yu Yue's attitude; when she was looking for the silver hairpin yesterday, she had seen plenty of gold and silver jewelry in the jewelry box on the table.

In this day and age, nothing is impossible if you have money. Traveling through time, ancient or modern, only money allows you to traverse the world.

When the time comes, she'll pack it all up.

Cheng Xianxian curled back under the covers and contentedly resumed her life as a rice worm. Every day, food and drink were delivered to her room. Much like the little thing, Cheng Xianxian would sleep once she was full. During this time, she fed the little one three times a day. After a few days, she was still a bit embarrassed at first, but she eventually got used to it. No matter how sweetly she slept, when it was time, she would wake up to feed the little thing.

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