Chu Yihan tightened his grip on the book. He felt uneasy at the thought of her enduring such intense pain for a few days every month while he could do so little for her.
Hong Lian walked out of Chu Yihan's study room in a daze. Mo Qi kindly accompanied her, saying, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you tired from working at the Silver Moon Pavilion?"
Hong Lian shook her head. "Not tired. Do you know who the woman Your Highness is interested in?"
Mo Qi chuckled. "You know Your Highness's temperament. How could I possibly tell you about that!"
"Why can't you tell me? Tell me!" Hong Lian grabbed Mo Qi's collar, her emotions rising. Her enchanting eyes turned slightly red, making her even more alluring.
At least in Mo Qi's eyes, she was beautiful.
However, as Chu Yihan's trusted confidant, he looked helplessly at Hong Lian. "You also serve a master. Would you dare to tell me about your master?"
