Zheng Nianru had just woken up, feeling somewhat disinclined to move. The fatigue and weakness from the night before made her all the more dependent on the embrace she was in.
Prince Duan grew impatient. Was she moving so slowly because she was uncomfortable?
Qi Ling immediately jumped over and grabbed Prince Duan.
"Prince—," Qi Ling first bowed, successfully using his height advantage to block Prince Duan's view, "The physician said that the Commandery Princess's condition isn't very good. She needs to rest well these next few days. The physician will come again in the afternoon. The prescription has been fetched as ordered by the Crown Prince, and it will be delivered to the Prince's Mansion shortly," Qi Ling continued, taking another step forward.
"Prince—," Prince Duan frowned. His mind was preoccupied with Nian Ru; he had no interest in listening to Qi Ling.
