Even if he had no feelings for this woman, being coveted by others still made him uncomfortable, as if he had been cuckolded.
Especially now that he might not be able to perform in that aspect, the anger in his heart grew.
Qiann Yan walked toward the table, and Jing Lingyu's anger subsided a bit.
Qiann Yan glanced at the remaining food on the table, hesitated almost not at all, and picked up the half bowl of rice with a few vegetables left in the bowl.
It was still a bit warm, obviously someone had just eaten it.
She picked up the chopsticks, a grain of rice stuck on them, and used the chopsticks to vigorously pile the vegetables from the table into the bowl, forming a small heap.
Jing Lingyu couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight, cursing softly, "You lowly thing."
"Prince, can you ask everyone to leave?"
"You all, go out."
Jing Lingyu didn't really want the servants to see this; it was enough for him to enjoy the spectacle alone.
