As soon as he finished speaking, familiar footsteps came from outside.
Rong Xiu's glabella moved slightly, and an exquisite and slender figure came into view.
It was Chu Liuyue.
Yu Mo turned around and bowed. "Greetings, Princess Consort."
Chu Liuyue originally had her head slightly lowered as if she were thinking about something. When she heard the voice, she looked up.
Rong Xiu had already stood up and walked over. "What are you thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought?"
As he spoke, he saw a faint red mark on her hand from the corner of his eye, as if something had pressed down hard on it.
A trace of dark-red blood was about to seep out.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "What's going on?"
Chu Liuyue came back to her senses and shook her head. "I'm fine. It's just a small injury."
To her, this wasn't even considered an injury.
