Song Zhiyun subconsciously reached out, but just as he was about to touch her, he stopped.
Would the great wangfei really be so kind?
Could this be a trap Lin xiaojiu and her had set for him?
Seeing song Zhiyun's suspicion, the eldest wangfei laughed coldly. She turned around and threw the spice that could effectively suppress the itch and festering of wounds into the fire.
"You ..."
Song Zhiyun's eyes widened.
However, the second Princess Consort turned around and didn't even look at her. Instead, the smiling uncle Jin walked over and blocked song Zhiyun, who was desperately trying to get close to the incense burner to get the spices, in an unshakeable posture.
"First wangfei ..."
At this moment, song Zhiyun was filled with regret. His heart was bleeding.
Not to mention that she couldn't imagine what she would face after walking out of here, just the feeling of the wound no longer hurting and itching, she could no longer go back to the past!
