Remaining Party of the State of Yue

Feng Qingying was still a little sleepy, so he yawned and lazily bent down to put on his shoes, instructing, "Lingtong, I'm thirsty, but you're going to pour me a cup of tea."

"Then the prince …"

Lingtong lifted the teapot, and poured tea while asking.

"We don't need to worry."

When they were in the mood to drink tea at a time like this, she knew that their wangfei's skills were not bad. She thought that Feng Qingying would go over to take a look, but he never expected that Feng Qingying had no intentions of going over.

She really couldn't understand Feng Qingying's attitude towards him.

Just as she received the cup of tea, before she could even drink it, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone, shaking Feng Qingying's hand so hard that the tea splashed onto his thumb.

Feng Qingying frowned, obviously unhappy.