Jiang Ying shrank her neck, looking as if she was afraid.
But in those bright black eyes, there was clearly no fear.
"Oh~" Jiang Ying touched her nose and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment: "I forgot, I, a humble servant, certainly can't discuss the Imperial Relatives."
"However, I'm just telling you, after all, here, I only know my uncle, and you."
"So, are you going to promise me or not, to stop glaring at my uncle in court? He always feels like he's done something wrong, and he can't eat these days."
Prince Qing was getting a headache from her.
Is this woman's courage inherited from a cow?
Fearless of heaven or earth.
He was already so impatient, yet she kept emphasizing her demand.
Prince Qing sighed: "I promise you, alright, just stop following me."
With that said, he turned and left.
However, hearing footsteps, he turned back and Jiang Ying couldn't stop in time, directly bumping into his chest.
"Ouch!" She covered her nose in pain.
