C50 Ghost Worry Is Deliberate

Iron Brush pursed his lips before stepping forward. "You're welcome. I'm a member of the Prince's Mansion. It's only right that I share Princess Consort's worries."

"Heh." Lian Qiong sneered, but didn't say anything else.

Everyone maintained the facade, including the prince, including the brush. It was ridiculous, pathetic, and pathetic that he had helped her