With a dark expression, they looked at a pair of anxious cousins standing outside the courtyard.
"Cousin, how is my sister-in-law?" Xiao Jiazhen asked nervously, fiddling with the handkerchief in her hands.
"If you dare to speak nonsense to the princess again, watch your skin; no one will be able to save you," he said, sweeping his gaze over the two of them, who still appeared contrite—it was then that half his anger subsided.
"I'll go to my sister-in-law to save me," Fo Conghui said hysterically, her eyes rolling back.
Xiao Jiahui really wanted to pry open her cousin's head to see what was stuffed inside.
Dugu Chen's lips, which had been stiff, started to tremble:
"Seeking help from the princess would be pointless."
