Jing Lingyu's eyes flashed sharply: "She's most likely jealous."
In Jing Lingyu's view, if that woman named Ashui was truly talented and accomplished, yet was sent by Qiann Yan to the kitchen to cook, it must be due to jealousy.
Such a beautiful woman, bought for a hefty sum, who would let her toil in the kitchen?
Only a heartless wicked woman like Cheng Qiann Yan would do such a thing.
"Find a chance to bring that woman to see the King." His injury would take some time to heal, and during this period, allowing Cheng Qiann Yan to roam freely was unacceptable to him.
"Master, the accountant has relayed a message that the Princess Consort has withdrawn Fifty Thousand taels of Silver again." Someone rushed in from outside, whispering, making Jing Lingyu almost cough up blood from anger.
He slapped the bed forcefully and said bitterly, "This wicked woman, there's no end to it."
