C169 The Lives of the Refugees Are too Comfortable

"Nephew, if you can't do it, spit it out..."

The Qin Messenger was like an ant on a hot pan, unable to control his voice.

The princess chewed the small mouthful of steamed bread in her mouth, swallowed it, and rolled her eyes at the Imperial Messenger. "I'm fine."

"Then just now, you suddenly widened your eyes..."

"I didn't expect this to be so delicious