Bei Lingsu came over quickly, and to my surprise, Yang Ye came too.
Seeing Yang Ye, Qiao Xiaomai's gossip-loving heart surged up. She was really curious about what had happened that day. According to Bei Lingsu, one had to draw blood to counteract an aphrodisiac, but looking at Yang Ye's ruddy complexion, he didn't seem at all like someone who had suffered a significant blood loss.
Yang Ye felt uncomfortable under Qiao Xiaomai's inquisitive gaze and couldn't help but glare at her, "Why are you looking at this prince?"
"I'm concerned about you, my lord. You were alarmed." Qiao Xiaomai spoke up.
She and Yang Ye were quite familiar with each other, and she rarely used the honorific "you", so suddenly using such a formal term caught Yang Ye off guard, prompting him to rub his arms. "This prince is perfectly fine, no need for your concern."
"You sound so distant. After all, we've been through hardships together," Qiao Xiaomai said, her round eyes still sweeping over Yang Ye.