He was so close that Song Lianhe only needed to tilt her head up to gaze into his cold eyes.
She froze for a moment, then immediately stepped back to put some distance between them.
"They're just minor injuries. I'll take care of them myself later." As Song Lianhe spoke, she wrapped up the half-eaten flatbread again and carefully tucked it into her robes.
This action was tantamount to slapping Prince Ling in the face.
He said coldly, "From now on, you will have servants to wait on you at mealtimes."
"Then I must thank you, Prince Ling."
Zhou Junlin stepped forward again, his eyes fixed on her. "You said before that you and King Qing are a formally wedded couple?"
"..."
'Does he have to have such a good memory?'
Song Lianhe pressed her lips together, then gave a vague, smiling hum of agreement. "Mmm..."
