"You—" Meg had been pampered all her life and had never swallowed this kind of humiliation. She was about to explode when her husband stopped her with one grab.
Princess Edith's father gave her a reproving look. Meg pressed her lips together, eyes turning gloomy.
"Miss An," Princess Edith's father stepped forward, "we've all heard of your reputation as a Divine Doctor, and we greatly admire your Medical Arts. As long as you can cure Edith's poison, we will agree to any conditions."
An Yiqing's lips curled. "Any conditions?"
"Yes, any conditions, as long as they're within our power." The man did not forget to add that at the end.
An Yiqing's gaze flickered; her smile bent her eyes into crescents. Standing off to the side, Zhang Yufeng watched her and thought to himself that Miss was about to start scheming again.
