"Princess, lunch is ready. Princess, please go to the Yiting Hall as soon as possible." Seeing Ting Qingyu and Xia Ling holding hands tightly, Chuoluo said with some displeasure.
It was indeed time for lunch. Seeing the reluctance in Xia Ling's eyes, Ting Qingyu couldn't help but feel soft. She immediately smiled lightly and said, "You go and eat. Just have the food delivered here."
Cheyue's face changed slightly, the princess... was so kind to everyone, if it were him, would she treat him the same way? There was no answer to this question for the time being. He turned around and killed the scene of their holding hands to the end.
in his eyes.[
Yue Cang looked at Ting Qingyu pitifully, but when he saw Xia Ling's body covered with injuries, he could only flatten his mouth and retreat in humiliation.
The maid brought the food and some soup. Ting Qingyu dismissed the maid and brought the soup in person, feeding Xia Ling one mouthful at a time.
"Princess... you must not..." Xia Ling wanted to stop her, but was suppressed by Ting Qingyu's hand.
"Don't move, just eat obediently, let the princess make up for it." Ting Qingyu said with a smile, the corners of her eyes moistened.
In fact, not only Xia Ling, but also thousands of Xia Ling, all had their lives ruined in the Changbi Palace, right?
Xia Ling pursed his lips, a gleam of guilt flashed through his dark eyes, his brows furrowed and then relaxed, and he obediently opened his mouth to take the tonic soup Ting Qingyu fed him.
"Princess... I'm sorry..." After drinking a bowl of soup, Xia Ling felt a little guilty, "You'd better have lunch first, you can just let... Xia Ling wait for a while..."
Ting Qingyu chuckled lightly and brought over the porridge composed of various supplements specially prepared by the maids for Xia Ling, as carefully as a wife taking care of her husband.
"There is no need to say polite words. When Xia Ling gets better, I will find a way to take you to a safe place and live your life well, so that I will feel at ease." Ting Qingyu's voice was as light as a sword.
, chopped on Xia Ling's heart.
Princess... is she going to send him away after all...
My heart trembled, and my lips lost color. I lowered my eyes silently and swallowed a mouthful of porridge with difficulty. The delicious taste just now suddenly became so difficult to swallow.
While Ting Qingyu was carefully feeding Xia Ling, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Hey, the concubine was having lunch in the Yi Hall at this time, right? How could someone come at this time?