Chu Huaiyu heard this, and her face turned even paler, devoid of any color.
She forcefully pushed Qing Ming away, her voice trembling like a fragile thread, "I... I'm fine, my illness... has long been cured, there's no need... for you to support me."
Looking at Qing Ming, those spiteful eyes clearly hid a thin layer of mist.
So pitiable, yet so stubborn, it broke Qing Ming's heart to see her like this.
"Miss Li! You're going too far!" Qing Ming turned around and glared at Chu Qianli, his teeth gritted in anger.
But because the Prince was there, even though he was infuriated, he dared not speak his mind.
"Miss Huaiyu..." Seeing Chu Huaiyu sway as though she was about to collapse, Qing Ming was frantic with worry.
"There's no need... for you to interfere."
Chu Huaiyu seemed to resent him for supporting her just then, which had led to Chu Qianli's humiliating accusations.
She bit her lip, tears brimming in her eyes.