Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion.
Jiang Wumei’s will was so scattered that she even instinctively referred to herself as "I." Qingzhi, standing nearby, felt her heart skip a beat, but when she glanced up, she saw the Crown Prince’s face lit with pleasure. He seemed to relish this relaxed, vulnerable side of his consort. With a curled lip, he gathered her into his arms, cooing dotingly, and only after she let out a weary, impatient murmur did he carefully carry her behind the screen to freshen up.
Qingzhi moved to help, but the moment she reached the screen, a sharp, icy glare from Xiao Tong pinned her to the spot.
Chapter 84