Qi Jinghao's expression stiffened for a moment.
"Your Highness of Han, you'd better personally go to the outhouse." Yang Ruxin smiled, "Otherwise, there might be problems with your kidneys, which are very important for a man, especially since you're still so young." After saying this, she was about to walk past him and leave.
"You belong to the Crown Prince, but you can't not know that the third one also harbors those feelings." Just as the two brushed past each other, Qi Jinghao's deliberately lowered voice sounded in Yang Ruxin's ear, "Yet, you still stay close to him."
Yang Ruxin stopped, glancing sideways at him: "Your Highness of Han, there's an idiom called 'disaster comes from the mouth.'
Qi Jinghao was momentarily stunned.
