"Princess, are you alright?"
It was nighttime.
Nan Xing, holding a cup of hot tea, looked at Chu Baihan with anxious eyes.
At that moment, Chu Baihan sat in a wicker chair, grinding her teeth as if she was cursing someone in her heart.
That Yan Lin really was something.
Her whole body felt like it was falling apart, yet he seemed refreshed and energized.
"Princess, do you feel unwell? Otherwise, this servant will call Tang Zishen to have a look?" Nan Xing thought Chu Baihan was not feeling well, asking with concern.
Upon hearing this, Chu Baihan's expression became quite awkward.
She spoke softly, "It's nothing, I just need to rest for a while."
Really?
Nan Xing frowned, but why did she feel that even standing up seemed difficult for the princess?
"Where is Yan Lin?" Chu Baihan continued, her voice clenched.
"He's gone out," Nan Xing quickly answered.
"He really does have a lot of energy."
Chu Baihan let out a breath, both angry and jealous.
