Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 114 Did He Have Concubine

He sat straight. His hands moved slowly and uncontrollably and his fingertips touched her cold hand on

the cushion.

It was motionless. No step further and no step back.

Qingling was sitting straight either. All her muscles tensed. She felt the touch of his fingertips. Maybe

she should move.

But will it be deliberate? What's a fingertip touch? Both of them had skin close, nevertheless a little

touch was about to move painstakingly. It’s affected.

Besides, they got along so well. They were friends already. A touch between friends was nothing to be

surprised at.

Just now he wiped her hair, she also accidentally touched a part of his body....

Everything would be fine if her heart didn't beat so fast.

The carriage suddenly stopped. Xu Yi lifted the curtain. Wenhao quickly pulled his hand back onto your

lap.

“Prince, Princess. We arrived.” Xu Yi said.

He was casual that he didn’t notice the awkward atmosphere in the carriage.

Wenhao was first off the carriage. Qingling wrapped her loose clothes, and carefully looked out.

Wenhao held her down in one hand. Qingling almost could not stand after landing, and her heart beat

so fast.

Xu Yi stretched out his hand to take Qingling's wet clothes, but Wenhao seized it and said, “ I will take

it.”

“Emm.” Xu Yi felt puzzled. He couldn’t believe the prince would take dirty clothes for the princess.

However, Wenhao immediately threw his clothes to Ya and said, “Boil a bowl of ginger soup for her.”

The incident, finally resolved. Qingling sat in Phoenix Mansion, looking at the window of the pagoda

tree. She still felt puzzled.

She couldn’t figure out why he believe she was not the murderer who pushed Mingcui into the lake.

He believed her instead of Mingcui. It made her puzzled.

“Princess, ginger soup!” Ya came in with the ginger soup. The mist of hot water made her feel

uncomfortable. She blinked several times.

Qingling took it, put it to her lips, and drank it. She screamed, “ It’s hot.”

Ya said, “Why do you drink so much?”

Qingling put down the soup and pulled Ya towards her and said, “Ya, I have something to ask you, and

you must give me an honest answer.”

Ya saw her look so solemn, and she was surprised, “Princess, you can ask me everything. I will always

give you an honest answer.”

Qingling pretended to be natural, “ Have you ever liked someone.”

Ya puzzled, “Like? What kind of like did you mean, princess.”

“The way women like men.”

Ya blushed, “How can a slave like a man?”

“It's natural that women like men.”

“I dare not.”

Ya, as her chief assistant, was so reserved on the subject of love that she missed her former assistant.

“Why do you ask such a question?” Ya asked.

“And you're almost ready to marry, and I wanted to ask if there was one I could introduce to you.”

Ya was in a daze. Her eyes gradually covered with tears, “Really, Princess.”

“Why are you crying? Are you dissatisfied?”

Ya knelt down, “ Thank you, princess.”

This time it was Qingling's turn to feel confused. “Thank you for what? It’s time for you to marry. I

should make the decision for you. This is my responsibility. What kind of kindness?”

Ya sniffled, “Aren’t you going to match me to Yu Wenhao at his concubine?”

“ Concubine?” Qingling was in a daze.

Generally speaking, in ancient times, after a lady got married, her maid always will be distributed to be

her husband’s concubine.

This would secure the position.

Ya was not her dowry. But her former dowry had been turned out and Ya had taken her place.

The status of a concubine, was only a little bit better than the servant girl. To put it bluntly, a concubine

was a fertility tool without dignity.

Qingling suddenly realized the problem and asked, “How many concubines does majesty have?”

He seemed to have a few maids in Wuthering Heights. They all looked beautiful. Were they his

concubines?

Ya said, “I don’t know about this matter. We Phoenix Mansion dared not to ask something about

Wuthering Heights. But, maybe there are not. It should have been said about concubine. Unless the

prince doesn't want someone to know about it.”

Qingling felt that maybe he didn't want people to know.

A physiologically normal adult man, with this need. It’s normal to have concubines.

Qingling's heart felt uncomfortable, and it seemed that the aftereffects of drinking lake water had not

disappeared.

“Ya, I will look for you. Get up, and don't kneel.”Qingling reached out her hands and pulled her up.

Ya was still moved. She tried to wipe her tears.

Qingling slowly drank the ginger soup, but she felt not as comfortable as before.

She asked Ya go out. Then she began to make a wish to the medicine box.

She began with a simple wish for a pen.

If she got what she wanted, she would try to get medicine.

She close it, and open it. There are some pencils, but not pens.

“Rifampin.” She tried again.

She closed, and opened. Rifampin was there, but it was there before, and there was nothing else.

“Dexamethasone!”

She opened again. A vial of dexamethasone ointment laid still on the inside. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Demi tablets.”

She opened. And it was a tube of hemorrhoid cream, and also tied a bottle of open serol.

The medicine cabinet was so unreliable that it seemed there was no way to treat Yu Wenhuai.

Yu Wenhuai, I did my best.

She laid on the bed, looking very helpless.

What about Mingcui? How did Wenhao tell Wenqing about this?

What was Wenhao thinking in his mind? Why would he take one look at her at the scene and believe

her?

It's hard to understand.

Mingcui felt helpless at that moment when Wenhao took Qingling away.

Her whole body was shaking, and so was her heart.

She thought she knew him, and that he would trust her without asking why.

However, he did not. She felt his disappointment.

He said he would give them an explanation, that was just an excuse. He just wanted to take Qingling

away.

When he looked at Qingling, although the face was gloomy, he was worried and anxious.

He was left out by his father and was laughed by officials because of her.

Wenhao, why are you such a bitch? And why would you be so heartless?

Her heart was bleeding along the way.

“Don't be afraid, Wenhao will give you an explanation.” Wenqing took her hand and comforted her.

“He won’t.”Mingcui said coldly.

“He will. He is sensible and will never be partial to Qingling.”

“You don’t know anything.”Mingcui suddenly lost control and shouted at Wenqing.

Wenqing was shocked.