Thinking about the tough battle awaiting him tomorrow, Qi Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Alas, marrying a sickly partner is truly worrisome.
Meanwhile, after leaving the court, Li Mingjue did not immediately return to the Prince Residence, but first made a stop at the Zuichun Building.
Manager Wang, with his sharp eyes, spotted him from afar and promptly welcomed him to a private room upstairs.
"My lord, what brings you here today?"
Li Mingjue took a sip of tea and said indifferently, "In the past few days, how many people has Li Ming'an sent here?"
Manager Wang thought for a moment and hurriedly replied, "About ten people."
That day, after administering the medicine, Qi Yu volunteered to come clean.
Manager Wang could hardly keep his composure when he realized the handsome young man before him was the Princess.
After hearing about the drugging, he felt his head swell.
