Ji Qingwu lifted her face. Under Princess Qingyun's expectant gaze, she calmly uttered a few words.
"Why should I tell you?"
Princess Qingyun studied her expression and asked suspiciously, "Are you not telling me because your heart is already crowded? You've got one suitor here, another there, and what about the third son of Mr. Li?"
She recalled that day at Cining Palace, where she'd been left stunned for quite some time by the stories of her fifth cousin's romantic "conquests."
Ji Qingwu nodded, her expression matter-of-fact. "You're right. My heart is a sprawling mountain range, and there's a man standing on every peak."
Princess Qingyun was once again speechless.
As she finished speaking, Ji Qingwu's gaze drifted to the crack in the slightly ajar door. She unintentionally peeked inside, just in time to see the method Duan Mingfeng was using to feed medicine to the unconscious woman on the bed.
