A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1884 - 443: The Right Medicine for the Problem, Fair Competition (7)

Agunara smiled and patted his shoulder: "Sir, thank you very much."

Ziyu smiled: "If the Prince has no other business, I’ll be heading back."

"Take care, sir."

Turning away, a fleeting smile quickly crossed Butler Ziyu’s eyes.

"Your ambition is too great." Sangque stared coldly at the woman sitting opposite.

Amidst the swirling tea mist, the woman’s refined features became somewhat indistinct. Her slender jade-like hand held the Purple Sand Teapot, filling his tea cup. Every gesture was unspeakably noble and elegant.

"Drink some tea to calm down."

Sangque couldn’t manage to drink tea, slamming the table with his palm, causing the tea to spill, while the woman’s expression remained unchanged.

With no outlet for his anger, Sangque eventually picked up his cup and drank it all in one go, only to burn his tongue and stretch it repeatedly.

"If you and I join forces, we could rule the world. You have the technology, I have the manpower, wouldn’t it be wonderful?" The woman said with a smile.

"You’re too naive, it’s not that easy."

"It’s not that I’m naive, it’s you who are too timid."

Sangque paused and sighed, his shoulders drooping: "I have only six months left in office, I can’t afford to mess things up anymore."

"So what? Those who truly control the situation are always behind the scenes. Those in high places are targets."

Sangque cast a glance at her: "Then why are you eager for independence?"

"Because I’m tired of it, standing in the spotlight. I have the strength to do so."

The words were said with overwhelming confidence.

Sangque couldn’t help but reevaluate this woman, "So what’s next?"

"What do you think of my daughter?"

The change of topic caught Sangque off guard. After understanding her implication, his face immediately changed.

"I will absolutely not agree to this." After a pause, he continued: "Threatening me with recordings won’t work either."

His son was his life; he wouldn’t let his son marry this woman’s daughter, as it would be harmful to him.

"What? You think my daughter isn’t worthy of your son?" The woman mocked with curled lips.

"Because she’s too much like you, a hidden serpent. How could I let her harm my son?" Sangque thought of the girl he saw from afar, who was even more noble and elegant than her mother. The word "Princess" seemed tailor-made for her.

Having seen princesses from many countries, fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, there was never one with her unique charm.

She was worthy of Lorde, except it’s a pity... she happens to be this woman’s daughter.

"Is that so? Have you asked your son for his opinion?" The woman asked with a mixed smile.

Sangque’s heart skipped a beat, but he firmly replied, "I trust my son."

"Well, let’s wait and see."

Sangque snorted coldly and got up to leave.

The woman sat leisurely, looking out the window at the bright moonlit stars, smiling faintly.

Ziyu quietly entered and whispered in her ear: "Master, everything has been arranged."

The woman took a sip of tea leisurely, her gaze deep and inscrutable.

"By the way, the Princess wants to see you."

The woman hummed softly as she stood up leisurely, "Let’s go, let’s not keep my dear daughter waiting."

Ziyu hesitated, expecting her to refuse directly as before, then quickly realized and followed.

Yun Ya drank some herbal medicine, which was so bitter that her brows furrowed deeply. Wu Hen immediately offered her prepared candied fruit: "Suck on one and it won’t be bitter."

Yun Ya shook her head: "No need."

The bitterness of the medicine mirrored the bitterness of life; if she couldn’t endure it, how would she continue down the path ahead?

Wu Hen pursed his lips and placed the plate on the table, accepted the medicine bowl she handed over: "You should rest well, I’m going out now."

As he turned, the door of the room suddenly opened, and the woman walked in, head held high.

Wu Hen hesitated, "Greetings, Queen."

The woman waved her hand: "Leave us."

Wu Hen turned his head, worriedly glanced at Yun Ya, seeing her sitting on the bed expressionless, her little face devoid of any color, sighed internally, and left the room.

In an instant, the room returned to silence, in this pin-drop quietness, the woman’s heels made a piercing sound as they clacked on the floor.

Shadows fell overhead, as if darkness suddenly enveloped her world.

Yun Ya found herself momentarily breathless.

Her fingers clutched the quilt beneath her tightly.

"I heard you’re ill, feeling better now?"

The woman’s indifferent voice floated from above, like a spell, opening Yun Ya’s long-buried nightmare.

Yun Ya took a deep breath, looked up at her, and slowly curled her lips: "Sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t die just yet."