Li Tingqian opened the box, took out a piece of fried chicken, took a bite, and suddenly his eyes turned red and tears started to fall.
Jiang Ning was surprised: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
The Princess Consort looked over and smiled: "Who's crying?"
Jiang Ning glanced at her and laughed: "It's me. I got some sand in my eyes."
"The wind outside is indeed a bit strong."
"Yes, it looks like it's going to rain, and my leg is aching." Jiang Ning laughed, "I'm afraid I have to apologize to the Princess Consort, I need to go back and rest."
"If you're not feeling well, go and rest."
"Xiaoqian, help me hold the box," Jiang Ning smiled.
"Princess Consort Yu, you have maids by your side, don't bother the emperor's eldest grandson. He's just a little child. I dare not order him around. Usually, I treat him like royalty." The Princess Consort said half-jokingly.
Jiang Ning looked at Li Tingqian.
Li Tingqian tightly held her hand and didn't let go.