Li Mingjue glanced at the additional items in his bowl, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he coldly spoke, "Take it out and throw it away."
Song Yuting's face stiffened, and she watched helplessly as the maid took the items away and actually threw them out.
Her eyes immediately reddened.
In the General Residence, although she was a concubine, everyone treated her extremely well, and she had never suffered such an insult before.
Qi Yu, seeing this, silently thought to herself that she deserved it.
Daring to snatch someone in front of her, did she really think she, the Princess, was just for show?
But on the surface, she still had to put on a magnanimous demeanor and consoled her with a few words, "Miss Song, don't be sad. The Prince has a phobia of uncleanliness and never likes others touching his plate."
Song Yuting, hearing this, grew even more infuriated.
She had clearly seen that Qi Yu had just thrown all the things she disliked into Li Mingjue's bowl.
