Chu Dongling seemed not to have heard Ning Xia's voice, and put his big hand through the back of Long Qian's neck to help her up.
"Chu Dongling, you're back." Long Qian opened his eyes and slowly closed them again.
She raised her little hand and touched Chu Dongling's face randomly.
"Why are you trying to be cool? You still wear a mask when you get home? Take it off!"
After finally catching Chu Dongling's mask, Long Qian leaned forward and almost ran into the man's arms.
Chu Dongling helped her and leaned down.
"How much did you drink?"
He grabbed the handkerchief nearby and gently wiped her messy face.
Long Qian finally found what he wanted and raised a smile.
"You can't wear a mask at home, no!" She skillfully untied the rope and pulled off his mask.
"Yeah." Long Qian threw away the mask with one hand and nodded with satisfaction, "That's how it should be, super handsome!"
Long Qian's smart eyes flashed, and his eyelids drooped heavily.
"I'm so sleepy! I'm exhausted."
Chu Dongling was a little helpless, but he still hugged the fallen man into his arms.
Ningxia looked at the discarded mask, her eyes widened under the gauze.
She could finally see the true face of King Ling, but why was the person in his arms not her?
"Long Qian, let him go!"
Ningxia dragged her heavy clothes and walked forward anxiously.
There was no one to help her, and she tripped over the hem of her own skirt.
"ah……"
When Ning Xia, who was sitting on the ground, looked up, what caught her eye was the man's cold back.
If he hadn't been wearing the same bright red dress as herself, she would have really suspected that she was not the one the prince wanted to marry today.
"Your Majesty, I have sprained my ankle." She said aggrievedly.
No matter how beautiful Long Qian is, she is still an eyesore now.
She is good-looking and wears exquisite makeup. Anyway, she outshines Long Qian today.
At the wedding, everyone said Princess Qian was ugly. No wonder Prince Ling didn't want her, and it still lingered in Ningxia's mind from time to time.
She took a deep breath, stood up, and continued moving forward.
"Your Majesty, Princess Qian shouldn't sleep there. If you don't mind carrying her there, you can."
"I am already your wife. As the mistress of the mausoleum, I know that I should be generous."
"Your Majesty." Ning Xia stepped forward step by step, becoming more and more excited.
Even Long Qian said that King Ling was good-looking, so the rumors must be true.
She was about to see his true face, and she was going to become his woman tonight.
Nothing is more important than today. If Long Qian wants to make a fuss, just let her make a fuss.
As long as the prince is still hers, she can turn a blind eye.
"Your Majesty, the potion is here."
At the critical moment, Yuan Feijing held a basin in front of Ningxia.
Ningxia was not as tall as Yuan Feijing. As soon as he saw the profile of King Ling, his line of sight was blocked.
"Yuan Feijing, please carry Long Qian over." She suppressed the anger in her heart and whispered.
"If Princess Qian is really tired, you can take her back. I won't care about the details that the prince doesn't care about."
"I care." Yuan Feijing put down the basin, took out the towel from the potion, and unscrewed it.
"Your Majesty, I suspect they want to ruin Princess Qian's appearance, and there is evidence!"
"No!" Ning Xia frowned, "How could it be? This is just ordinary rouge.
Yuan Feijing snorted coldly and never looked back.
"You know best whether it's a common rouge. The words of Divine Doctor Qiu are the evidence."
"The lotion for washing your face was prepared by Divine Doctor Qiu. He said that it might not be able to be washed off for a month until tomorrow!"
"Your Majesty, please give way and I will clean Princess Qian's face first."
