C72 The Only Person Who Matters

In the Crown Prince's tent, Zhuang Qing ate and drank to her heart's content, pushing herself onto the bed. Her legs were relaxed, and from time to time, she would look at Jin Cheng, who was sitting at the desk, and shake her head sympathetically.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk … It was unknown when she would be able to finish reading that small mountain of a memorial. Ever since she entered the account