Chương 666: Mistook My Mouth For Food

Lu Liangwei blinked and shook her head. "It's nothing." She then linked arms with him and pointed at the scar at the corner of his mouth, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Suddenly reminded of it, Long Yang touched the corner of his mouth. It did not hurt, but when he recalled the scene in court that morning, he was a little exasperated.

The wound at the corner of his mouth had been very conspicuous. Although Weiwei had applied ointment on it, the scar was not going to fade away so soon and, as a result, the officials spotted it during the court session.

The entire meeting hall was a bit quieter than usual.

It was difficult not to associate a wound at the corner of the mouth with bedroom affairs.

At that time, there was an imperial censor official who could not help making a move. He had probably wanted to accuse the imperial consorts of injuring the Emperor, but one glance from Long Yang was enough to scare him into silence.