"Wife, blood."
Ming Shu gave him a strange look. He was kneeling on the blanket and his face was a little red. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes and the clothes on his body were a mess. He seemed to have been bullied by someone.
Ming Shu: "…"
The prince opened his pale lips and said weakly, "Wife, hurt, medicine."
Ming Shu thought that he meant the injuries on his body. She didn't find any medicine in the room so she ordered Little Beastie to go and find medicine.
Little Beastie was so angry its fur exploded.
Trash-picker, you forsake your friend for your partner! Bastard!
"I will give you a complete Manchu-Han banquet. Be good. Hurry up and go."
Bullshit!
You never give me any banquet. Liar!
I will not go! I want to change owners!
Ming Shu didn't care. If it could change its owners, it would have done so long ago. Would it still be jumping around here?
