Chapter 1995: Loyal Hound Guard (3)
Chapter 1995: Chapter 1995: Loyal Hound Guard (3)
Ying Xiang was stunned.Was this really something her Miss would say?
Ying Xiang doubted her illness had muddled her mind, causing hallucinations, so she pinched herself hard, tears forming from the pain, yet her Miss still stood there in front of her.
No hallucinations...
Ying Xiang cautiously said, "Miss, you said before not to cause trouble for the Master, right?"
"I said that?" The original owner, pig-headed fool!
Ying Xiang nodded.
She had long disapproved of the Prince treating Miss this way; several times she wanted to go back and ask the Master to help her, but Miss stopped her every time.
"I forgot," Chuzheng spoke with straightforward assurance.
"..."
This wasn’t her Miss!
Her Miss would absolutely never say this kind of thing!
She must be dreaming!
When Yun Xiang brought the doctor over, Chuzheng sat next to him while he diagnosed her. Ying Xiang had no choice but to accept that she wasn’t dreaming.
Her Miss had really changed!
Ying Xiang stared at her face, suspecting that someone had taken her place, but what kind of impostor would be this blatant and unhidden?
"Reporting to the Prince’s Consort, Miss Ying Xiang is not seriously ill. She just needs to take and change her medicine on time every day." The doctor dictated a prescription: "Please follow this prescription to get the medicine."
Yun Xiang reached out to take it, but Chuzheng intercepted.
"Prince’s Consort, let me handle it," Yun Xiang quickly said.
"No need." Chuzheng tucked the prescription away, saying, "You don’t need to come to me tomorrow."
"Ah?" Yun Xiang’s expression froze momentarily, then she asked anxiously, "Prince’s Consort, did I fail in my duties somewhere?"
"The master you wish to serve isn’t here, so why should I keep you?"
Chuzheng spoke bluntly, without beating around the bush.
Yun Xiang was first taken aback, then her face paled as she knelt to the ground: "Prince’s Consort, what are you saying? I have been yours since I came here. Please don’t drive me away. Tell me what I did wrong, and I’ll fix it."
"Get out."
"Prince’s Consort..."
Yun Xiang wanted to say more, but Chuzheng grew impatient, directly handling her and throwing her out.
The young girl who appeared delicate, somehow had great strength, and Yun Xiang couldn’t resist being thrown out the door.
Chuzheng stood inside the door, her tone steady and indifferent: "If you dare appear before me tomorrow morning, I won’t mind sending you off."
The warm, dim light surrounded her, forming a halo of shadows, inexplicably adding a touch of coldness and detachment.
The wind was bitterly cold, and Yun Xiang’s body trembled uncontrollably, as the chill seemed to seep into her bones.