Dou Qingyi's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously took a few steps back, looking at the man in front of her with some panic. "Your Highness…"
Chuntao, who was following behind her, hurriedly bent into a bow and greeted, "Your Highness."
Lu Zhaoyan coldly stared at Dou Qingyi, saying nothing, and did not ask where she planned to go in her current attire.
There were too many emotions hidden in that gaze that Dou Qingyi could not understand.
Even Chuntao could genuinely feel the Crown Prince's anger.
Last night, Sister Huizhi had just been beaten to death by the Crown Prince's staff, and now the Crown Prince had come here to question again…
She stole a glance at her mistress, fearing she would end up like Sister Huizhi. She didn't dare to breathe too loudly.
Dou Qingyi composed herself, sidestepped, and spoke gently to Lu Zhaoyan. "I wasn't aware that Your Highness would come over. I was just about to fetch the wedding gifts for Qi'er and Liuying."