C42

"I'll have to trouble you, Crown Prince. It's really a blessing for your concubine." An Xia bluntly bit the word 'lucky'.

Beiming Xing let out a cold humph, and threw away his tightly clenched fist. His wrist was already bruised, and he didn't show any mercy.

"In front of others, you are the crown prince's consort, but in this Eastern Palace, you are no different from an ordinary palace maid