"Zhao Qingyun, who permitted you to enter?"
Like a swift gust of wind, Mo Liancheng strode in quickly.
He glanced coldly at Zhao Qingyun and walked directly to the bedside, wrapping Qu Tan'er, along with the blanket, into his arms.
"Tan'er, did she do anything to you?"
"No." Qu Tan'er laughed a bit, finding his intense concern amusing.
"Prince, I came with good intentions to visit the Princess Consort," Zhao Qingyun pleaded with an aggrieved expression.
"Get out."
Unwilling to give up, Zhao Qingyun extended the medicine bowl, plaintively saying, "I, I also brought the fetus-preserving medicine for the Princess Consort."
Just then...
Bang!
Mo Liancheng coldly swept his sleeve and flung the medicine bowl from Zhao Qingyun's hands.
The medicine bowl smashed exactly at the door of the inner chamber—
and Jing Xin, who just entered, almost exclaimed in shock.
Jing Xin suppressed her shock, steadied the freshly re-brewed medicine, and carefully approached the bedside.
