Chu Baihan had just returned to the Prince Residence when, as she stepped inside, she spotted the Prince sitting in the room, startling her.
"Prince, aren't you busy with something today?" she asked, puzzled.
"I have always been in the Prince Residence. Could it be that the Princess Consort does not wish to see me?" the Prince asked indifferently.
"Cough, cough, cough…" Yan Lian almost choked on his own saliva.
The eighth brother was clearly out today, so how had he always been in the residence?
Oh well, the eighth brother has become more stubborn nowadays.
"You speak too seriously, Prince. You are my patient. How could I not want to see you?" Chu Baihan hummed.
Patient? Just a patient?
Yan Lin's eyes darkened.
For some reason, he felt a bit upset.
"Prince, we need to continue with the acupuncture today," Chu Baihan took the initiative to walk over to him.
