"Some people seem to be born to be empresses."
Jiang Shouzhong was quite troubled by this.
Why are these women so fond of fighting over affection? Wouldn't it be nice if everyone just got along harmoniously under the same blanket?
Luo Wanqing's eyes carried a wave-like smile as she gently said, "Is Your Majesty dissatisfied with me, or are you afraid that I'll poison the tea?"
The woman deliberately dragged out her voice, making it soft and alluring, and the tail end seemed to swirl into the tea.
Jiang Shouzhong braced himself and accepted the teacup.
He stole a glance at Ran Qingchen and saw her lowering her head, lost in thought.
"Xiao Jiang!"
At that moment, a big, casual voice suddenly rang out.
Saved!
Jiang Shouzhong grasped onto it like a lifeline, his face instantly filled with a smile as he hurriedly stood and quickly approached the visitor, expressing concern, "You've just recovered, why aren't you resting well?"
The visitor was Lu Renjia.
