Jing Xin swiftly brought hot water, and Mo Liancheng personally wrung out the towel, carefully wiping her face.
After a while, once her breath evened out, Qu Tan'er felt much more comfortable.
Mo Liancheng let her half recline to get more comfortable, then leaned back on his own shoulder, his face cold as he called out the door, "Damn it, why hasn't the doctor arrived yet?"
"Prince, it hasn't even been a minute since Yu Hao left... uh, barely a moment. Please be a little more patient," Qu Tan'er gently tapped his chest with her small finger, kindly reminding him. Really, she's at her wits' end with him, sigh.
At the moment, the atmosphere in Snow Courtyard was a bit tense, yet the front courtyard seemed quite lively. Everyone outside was talking about the Eighth Prince taking a concubine, but such a strange festivity was rarely seen. At least the two main occupants of Eighth Prince Manor seemed utterly unconcerned, as if it was none of their business, hanging high and dry.
