Jingri was utterly stunned.
Wangyue was dumbfounded as well.
The two of them, who had followed the Prince for so many years, had never been subjected to such humiliation—not even by the Prince himself!
This woman!
This damned woman!
Fen Ling was momentarily unsettled by the chilling intensity of his gaze, even instinctively stepping back half a pace.
But she quickly straightened her posture, glared at Jingri, and snapped, "I'm the Prince's woman, how dare you disrespect me?"
Jingri took a deep breath, his hand clenched tightly at his side.
But she wasn't wrong. She was the Prince's woman. He couldn't touch her!
"Miss Fen, the Prince needs rest. Please leave," he said coldly, his expression blank.
"You all actually believe this woman's lies? Yexuan became like this after taking her medicine! How can you trust her?"
She pointed at Chu Qianli, her voice sharp with anger: "If she could really save people, then those villagers outside wouldn't have died from the illness!"
