Ye Yunting slightly gritted his teeth.
Seeing her displeased expression, he said coldly, "As the Princess Consort, how can you neglect your own husband just to teach your disciple?"
Chu Nanli was slightly surprised.
He could only think that Ye Yunting must have contracted smallpox, which scrambled his brain.
He said, he was her husband.
Since when had their relationship become so intimate?
After Ye Yunting finished speaking, he too felt somewhat uncomfortable and, with a dark face, did not speak again.
Zhuang Muyan, noticing the tension between the two, said, "Since the Prince is hungry, I will go and order food, but there are fewer Palace Attendants on duty now, so it might be slow."
Zhuang Muyan took the initiative to lighten the mood, not wanting Chu Nanli to get hurt, worried that Ye Yunting might hurt her again.
"Mhm, go ahead, I'm a bit hungry too." Chu Nanli nodded.
She was in her mid-pregnancy and had a big appetite.