"What nonsense are you saying? We just had a fall," Leng Yu Yan's lips twitched, "Aren't you going to prepare some hot water? I need to wash."
Miao Zhu agreed and ordered someone to heat water.
Leng Yu Yan turned her head to glare at a certain someone, then immediately headed for her room.
Song Guo, who had been holding back a smile at her master's side, stepped forward and took the medicine basket from His Highness's hand. She asked cheerily, "Your Highness is in a good mood?"
Embracing the Commandery Princess and rolling in the mud—how deep Prince Zhenbei's thoughts must be.
His usual fastidiousness about cleanliness—why did it not show earlier?
Ye Yiheng glanced at Song Guo and remained silent.
Song Guo asked again, "What does it feel like, lying in the mud, Your Highness?"
Ye Yiheng still did not speak, and instead kept walking towards the guest room.
What does it feel?
Soft, fragrant, warmth filling the embrace.
