Jiang Ning pointed at the handkerchief on the bed: "What about that?"
It was to be shown to the Empress and the Noble Consort in the palace the next day.
Prince of Yu nonchalantly suggested: "There are elder matrons and maids with you, they surely can think of some method. Use chicken blood, dog blood, any kind of blood. I don't care."
"Good idea. Let's, sleep then."
Jiang Ning bent down to take off her shoes and carefully moved onto the bed to lie down.
The red candle flickered in the room, filled with a faint scent, but it was a bit hot.
Prince of Yu said in a cold voice: "Where do you expect this prince to sleep?"
"On the floor, on the table, anywhere. I don't mind."
"....." Prince of Yu squinted his eyes slightly.
This woman, seemingly gentle and weak, never gives in an inch.
If it were his usual temper...
This woman will sooner or later die inexplicably.