In the study, Qi Yu was still bothered by the afternoon's incident. No matter how she looked at Li Mingjue, he seemed displeasing to her eyes. Her hand slipped, and she knocked the teacup onto him.
The tea, still slightly warm, splashed onto him, but Li Mingjue didn't get angry. He looked at her, puffing up with anger, and raised an eyebrow, "Is the Princess trying to serve tea to me?"
Qi Yu gave him a sidelong glance and half-heartedly apologized, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
After speaking, she casually tossed a handkerchief to him, her tone perfunctory, "Please wipe it yourself, Prince."
Li Mingjue shook his head helplessly, picked up the handkerchief, and wiped himself down randomly. Taking her hand, he soothed her with a gentle voice, "Alright, I'm not angry anymore."
Qi Yu struggled to pull her hand free, but seeing that she couldn't escape, she glared at him in frustration and anger, "Let go!"
