It was time for lunch. Hua Qiyue cast a glance at Liu'er helping Hua Mengshi down and quietly lifted her brows.

Hua Mengshi was still her tender, feeble self. But she was looking much better than before.

"Sister Princess, are you alright? Your complexion is much better than before. I'm sure you can recover to your former self after some time!" Ji Jing was not a scheming girl. She did not suspect the present Princess Mingzhu, smiling enthusiastically and pulling a ...