A hint of hesitation flickered across her face, but Qin Qingluo still smiled and strode forward with a hearty demeanor.
"Prince…"
Qin Qingluo's figure halted, her serpent-like pupils narrowing slightly.
She glanced at Chen Yi briefly, then discreetly pulled her robe tighter. Just as she was about to head out, she looked down and saw a slip of paper inscribed with prophetic words. Casually, she picked it up and slipped it into her palm.
At this moment, Min Ning, perhaps out of worry or something else, couldn't wait any longer for a reply and suddenly rushed into the bedroom.
Her form, transformed into the likeness of Zhu E, barged into Qin Qingluo's sight.
Qin Qingluo's heart sank.
The disheveled bedroom entered her view as Min Ning exclaimed in astonishment:
"This… what happened here?"
Qin Qingluo's gaze grew deeper, then she said casually:
"It's nothing serious. Princess asked me to deliver the soup, and here it is."
