Chapter 1198: The Princess Consort Whose Memories Were Altered (73)

Facing Tang Guo's portrait, Shangguan Jing murmured softly, "I do miss the days when you were in Prince Jing's Manor. Jiao'er is far too spoiled. But don't worry. This prince will protect her and won't let Imperial Brother bully her."

Whenever Tang Jiao stirred up trouble, and night fell into silence, the two brothers would inevitably recall the woman whose presence had always brought such comfort.

Shangguan Jing thought to himself that if she were still here, Prince Jing's Manor would certainly be orderly from top to bottom, harmonious and peaceful. Not to mention the countless shops under her management—customers would surely be endless.

Everything he wore, everything beneath his feet, everything he used in daily life had been prepared by her.

Even now, he still wore the clothes she had made in the past.

He had tried replacing them with new robes and shoes, but nothing felt as comfortable as the things she had prepared. Nor was there anyone else with such delicate ingenuity, capable of embroidering the small character "Jing" into a unique and elegant emblem.

Shangguan Yi had his own regrets.

If she were still alive, then after every court session, he would go straight to her chambers and listen to her play a few melodies. The weariness of the day would vanish immediately.

A few pastries she made would be enough to stave off half a day's hunger.

And his favorite of all was the herbal pillow she had crafted.

Not long ago, he ordered the servants to bring out the chest containing the medicinal sachets she had prepared.

There weren't many left.

Reluctantly, he allowed the Imperial Physicians to study one of them.

Unfortunately, none of the physicians managed to recreate anything with the same miraculous effect.

In the end, he settled for the closest substitute.

As for the remaining sachets she had left behind, he carefully stored them away.

Yet he still used that pillow every night.

Fearing that it would wear out, he had the palace servants sew an extra layer of soft cloth around it.

But…

It still wasn't the same.

Tang Jiao sensed the changes in the two brothers, and instead of holding back, she became even more outrageous.

She had already figured out that, for her sister's sake, neither of them would do anything to her.

Thus, every day, she caused as much trouble as she could.

The two brothers were mentally and physically exhausted.

Late at night, they often found themselves wondering how they had ever fallen in love with her in the first place.

Whenever System 222 relayed their complaints, Tang Jiao nearly laughed herself to death.

Only a year and a half, and they already couldn't endure it anymore?

"Our days together are still long ahead."

Some time ago, she had received a letter from her elder sister and learned that she was safe.

With nothing left to worry about, all she had to do was continue tormenting those two.

Once they could no longer endure her, she would simply pat her backside and leave.

Meanwhile, after arriving in Northern Yan, Tang Guo lived an exceptionally comfortable life.

Perhaps because of habits left over from the previous world, she quickly purchased numerous shops after settling down.

With Beitang Huo's assistance, she recruited many employees and opened all kinds of businesses.

In less than two years, her stores had spread throughout the entire Northern Yan Kingdom.

"Your Majesty, may this subject speak?"

Prime Minister Yun Mujun had witnessed everything Tang Guo had accomplished after arriving in Northern Yan. The woman's extraordinary ability to make money had made him deeply wary.

Thus, today he had deliberately come to wait outside the palace gates.

At this hour, his emperor—who neglected state affairs in favor of chasing after beauties all day—would surely return leisurely with a smile plastered across his face.

And sure enough…

This time, His Majesty was personally carrying a food box in his hands.

Yun Mujun swallowed hard.

Judging from how carefully His Majesty treasured it, there was no need to guess.

It had to be a late-night meal prepared by that woman.

Only when it was something she had personally made would His Majesty insist on carrying it himself, never allowing anyone else to touch it.

Thinking back to those unforgettable flavors, Yun Mujun hurried forward. His eyes never left the food box for even a second.

"Your Majesty," he said eagerly, "allow this subject to carry it for you."