Qu Tan'er felt a slight touch of emotion in her heart and burrowed her small head into his chest, "I'm tired, let's go back."
"Alright," Mo Liancheng dismounted from the horse and then lifted her down, naturally taking her small hand, ready to leave.
At that moment, Yu Hao came over, supporting Mo Fengyang, "Reporting to Prince, Princess Consort Nineteen claims she has injured her foot."
Princess Consort Nineteen claims... claims?
Mo Liancheng glanced indifferently at Mo Fengyang and said calmly, "Then have a doctor come and take a look."
At this time, Qu Tan'er could clearly see the woman that Yu Hao was supporting—the murderous intent in her eyes. Yet, the more someone else was angry, the happier she felt deep down. Pretending to be concerned, she asked, "Then... is the foot broken?"
"Reporting to Princess Consort, it's probably not," replied Yu Hao respectfully.
"Oh, that's good..." But why did her voice sound so disappointed?
Yu Hao's mouth twitched as he looked down.
