Yu Wenhao pinched her cheek hard and said, "Xu Yi said that you have a vicious mouth, and he was indeed right."
Yuan Qingling rested her head on his shoulder, "Do you think my father will really deal with Chu Mingcui?"
Yu Wenhao stroked her hair, "The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, who knows?"
"Actually, I don't think so. Of course, I believe it won't be in vain. At least, my father may not deal with Yuan Jie." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao remained silent, and he didn't think so either.
Chu Shoufu pleaded for Chu Mingcui in front of him that day, which shows that Chu Shoufu did not want Chu Mingcui's reputation to be affected.
Chu Shoufu was for Lao Qi, and his father was also for Lao Qi, so he felt that Chu Mingcui should be let go in the end.
To him, it doesn't matter.
He just doesn't want Yuan Jie to be punished.
But, wouldn't she feel bad? She even got herself involved and couldn't drag Chu Mingcui into the water.
My father is really blind.
Having eyes does not recognize gold inlaid with jade.
He felt very aggrieved for Yuan Qing Ling.
Prince Qi's Mansion.
Chu Mingcui was sitting in front of King Qi's bed, holding a bowl of soup in her hand. She gently stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon. Steam rose and covered most of her face.
"Come on, open your mouth!" She said softly, her eyelashes slightly raised, the wound on her chin was no longer bandaged, revealing a bright red gash, but it didn't look ferocious, but rather pitiful.
King Qi reached out to take it and said hoarsely: "I, the King, can do it myself."
Chu Mingcui was slightly startled, watching him gulp down the soup.
The soup went down his throat quickly and urgently, as if he was rushing on a mission.
"What's wrong?" Chu Mingcui asked softly.
King Qi put the bowl aside and subconsciously avoided her eyes, "No, it's just that you are also injured and I cannot allow you to serve me."
"Isn't it natural for me to serve the prince?" Chu Mingcui smiled, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and said softly: "Look at you, you are such a big man, you don't even pay attention to the soup."
King Qi looked at her and couldn't help but ask: "Do you think my father will deal with you?"
Chu Mingcui lowered her eyelashes and said calmly: "I don't know, but if you want to deal with it, then let it be dealt with. This is what I deserve."
King Qi said: "I heard that you ordered someone to go to the palace to report your pregnancy to your father."
"Yes." Chu Mingcui picked up the bowl and stood up, placed it on the table, and looked back at him, "Aren't you willing to tell my father?"
King Qi shook his head, "No, I just feel that the imperial doctor has not confirmed that you are pregnant. Moreover, even if you are really pregnant, you should report it to your mother first and let her inform your father, right?"
Chu Mingcui leaned against the table and looked at him, her eyes filled with a hint of gloom, "Don't you hope I get pregnant?"
King Qi said in a low voice: "I've been waiting for this in my dreams."
"Then why are you unhappy that I'm pregnant?" Chu Mingcui asked.
King Qi raised his head and looked at her. She was standing quietly like that, calm and majestic. He couldn't help but think deeply about whether she was gentle and virtuous, pitiful, considerate, and so calm that she was almost cruel.