My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!

Morning.

Princess Mansion.

Song Yiren was practicing sword moves in the courtyard, but her moves were chaotic and unstructured.

Although it had been nearly an hour, she still felt a bit flushed.

Secretly kissing him in the mornings had become her habit, and it had always gone smoothly. She hadn't expected he would wake up today.

Fortunately, he seemed to think it was just a dream and mistook her for Song Jiaren in the dream.

They had barely kissed before he fell back asleep.

Song Yiren pressed her lips together. It was her first time...

Li Nuo came out of the room, stretched his body, greeted Yiren, and said, "Yiren, good morning."

Song Yiren's hand shook slightly as she held her sword, and she replied somewhat flusteredly, "Morning..."

She suddenly sped up her movements to hide her current feelings.

Li Nuo accompanied her in practice for a while in the courtyard. During breakfast, he casually remarked, "I dreamt of Jiaren last night..."

Song Yiren, who was drinking porridge, choked and hurriedly wiped her mouth, burying her head in her food.

Zhao Zhiyi looked at Li Nuo, then at Song Yiren.

At first, she thought they were siblings-in-law, one being a husband and the other being his wife's sister.

But they referred to each other as husband and wife.

When she thought they were in a romantic relationship, their daily interactions weren't as intimate as one would expect from a couple.

Saying they were not husband and wife seemed wrong, as they shared a room and even a bed.

She was quite confused by their relationship.

At that moment, a maid walked in and said, "Princess, King Sheng is here."

Zhao Zhiyi was a bit surprised. What could her elder brother want with her so early in the morning?

A moment later, she walked out of the small courtyard and into a grand hall. King Sheng looked at her and smiled, "Zhiyi, did you have breakfast?"

Zhao Zhiyi nodded and said, "I did. What brings you here so early, elder brother?"

King Sheng rubbed his hands together and said, "Nothing much. It's just that we've been distributing porridge and taking in beggars, and providing free medical consultations. The royal treasury is empty, and in a few days, we won't even have money for porridge. Didn't you raise tens of thousands of silver taels? I was hoping you could transfer some here..."

Zhao Zhiyi frowned slightly and said, "I've already told you once, elder brother, the money raised for the Medical College is only for the Medical College."

King Sheng said helplessly, "I have no other option. If we stop distributing porridge now, it will cause greater dissatisfaction among the people. All the previous efforts will be in vain. Besides, you know the family funds in the King Sheng Mansion are far less than those of the others. Competing financially against them is impossible."

Zhao Zhiyi's frown softened a bit, understanding the truth in his words.

Seeing this, King Sheng seized the opportunity and said, "Rest assured, I wouldn't take this money for nothing. Once I ascend the throne, I'll repay you double, no, triple the amount..."

Zhao Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "Maintaining porridge distribution and free consultations doesn't require much money. Didn't you collect many treasures? Sell some of them. The proceeds should be enough to sustain for a few months."

King Sheng's brow twitched minutely.

He had indeed collected many treasures, including gold, jade, antiques, and paintings. Collecting them was already a significant effort and each piece was dear to his heart. He couldn't bear to sell them for porridge distribution.

Besides, the money wasn't for porridge distribution.

What were the common people in the grand scheme? Ultimately, the power struggle was about winning the favor of court officials.

His current popularity among the commoners far exceeded that of the other three princes. Wasting money on them was unnecessary now.

Zhao Zhiyi removed her earrings and the gold hairpin from her head and said, "Not a single coin from the Medical College funds can be touched. The Princess Mansion can pull together several thousand silver taels. Together with some of Mother's jewelry, it should be enough. You can use that and sell some of your treasures to get by for these months."

King Sheng didn't say much more, nodded, and said, "Alright then..."

His expression darkened as he left without another word.

Zhao Zhiyi watched his departing figure and sighed helplessly.

Early in the morning, the siblings parted unhappily.

She knew in her heart that her elder brother was coveting the tens of thousands of silver taels raised for the Medical College.

But it was precisely because of the Medical College project that the Medical School was willing to donate.

This tens of thousands of taels was far from enough. If this money wasn't used for medical reforms, it would be extremely difficult to raise more funds in the future. All their previous efforts would be wasted.

If this attempt failed, no one might ever pursue it again.

Her elder brother only cared about the result four months from now.

What they were trying to do could take forty years and still be insufficient.

At this moment, she began to doubt the value of her efforts.

Would letting her elder brother become the Emperor of Zhao be truly beneficial for the country?

Putting aside identities, honestly speaking, she felt that any of the Eldest, Second, or Third Princes were more suitable for the position than her elder brother.

Could Master Gongsun's life-sacrificing prophecy be wrong?

He had clearly stated that Zhao's future depended on the next Emperor.

He also said that the next Emperor of Zhao was deeply connected to her...

...

The Fourth Prince's popularity among the commoners was unmatched. His achievements outweighed those of the other three princes combined, and with the prophecy from the Fifth Realm Yin Yang School, it seemed inevitable that the Fourth Prince would ascend the throne.