"No." Cao Xiyue quickly stopped Zhu'Er. If Zhu'Er went to fetch it, there would inevitably be inquiries. If the scandal of her wetting the bed got exposed, even if her husband treated her well, she wouldn't want to live anymore.
"But..." Zhu'Er wanted to say something, but Cao Xiyue hurriedly said, "The Prince has already asked someone to bring a new quilt early in the morning, so you don't need to worry about it."
Zhu'Er nodded slowly, then shrank her neck and whispered in Cao Xiyue's ear, "Miss, did the Prince hurt you in the bridal chamber?"
Though Zhu'Er was Cao Xiyue's maid, she had served her for many years, and the two were quite close in private, occasionally sharing small jokes.
Cao Xiyue's face turned crimson instantly as she couldn't help but recall last night.
Could it not hurt? She almost fainted from the pain.
Cao Xiyue nodded gently.
