Wan Chi closed the door and asked with concern, "Does the Seventh Prince Consort need a doctor to take a look?"
Ye Shi scoffed inwardly, thinking of getting her a doctor, yet first sealed the door shut.
Men, none of them are good.
"No need, with my current identity, I don't want to cause any trouble." She covered her lips with one hand, looking sorrowful and almost on the verge of tears, pressing her heart with the other, her voice plaintive, "Just pressing heavily on my heart should help."
Wan Chi sat opposite her, deeply staring into her eyes, "Truly a tough situation for the Seventh Prince Consort."
Ye Shi hummed in response, lifting her gaze to meet Wan Chi's hypocritical eyes and said coquettishly, "But my strength is insufficient, could Mr. Wang perhaps help?"
Wan Chi indeed extended his hand…
After one cup of tea's time, Ye Shi held his hand down, "Sir, I want to return to Beiliang."
Wan Chi's hand paused.
