Jing Yunzhou's expression changed, wanting to say something, but Jing Lingyu interrupted: "I said, she won't starve to death. Don't ask too much, Second Brother. She is my Princess Consort, not related to you. What's wrong with eating leftovers? It's called thrift."
Previously, Jing Lingyu had been resting due to excessive blood loss, temporarily unaware of the happenings in the kitchen, even Fuh Xi was sent away by his trusted aides.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have rashly called for Qiann Yan.
"Master, the Princess Consort has arrived."
Jing Lingyu suddenly let out a burst of anger, soon suppressed it again, and coldly looked at the woman walking in from outside.
At this moment, he was nothing like last night, admiring that stunningly beautiful face. Seeing her, he just wanted to destroy her, condemning her to eternal doom.
Qiann Yan sensed it but didn't pay much attention.
Just a eunuch, unable to stir up a storm.
