"Oh, then Princess Consort, tell me, what do you need the egg for?"
"Replying to Prince, Tan'er has bruises on her body. To reduce the bruising, I want to use a warm egg to apply for a while." Qu Tan'er secretly muttered to herself but still explained patiently.
Mo Liancheng's eyes moved slightly.
He did not make things difficult any further and instructed Jing Xin to put down the egg, "You may leave."
"Prince, this servant..." Jing Xin hesitated and stood still. If she left, who would assist Master with the treatment?
Qu Tan'er also cursed silently in her heart; this damned man couldn't possibly be intending—sure enough, just as she feared, he spoke lazily: "Still not leaving? Stand guard outside the door. Without my order, no one is allowed to enter. Hmm, and don't worry, I'm just a bit possessive. Even if you are a woman, I don't want anyone seeing my Princess Consort's body."
Gosh! What nonsense is this? Qu Tan'er collapsed inwardly.
