Feng Qing said in a soft voice, "Alright, don't worry. I'm already starting to recover. Didn't you hear that my voice has recovered a little today? Moreover, this is only a bruise. It'll be fine in a few days. It won't affect my looks at all."
Unlike Xie Jiuhan, she was completely open-minded and did not care much about this matter. After all, they did not know each other back then. She had also tried her best to kill her husband.
Xie Jiuhan asked, "Aren't you going to attend Imperial Concubine Anna's banquet?"
Feng Qing smiled and said, "That's fine too. I'll put more foundation on your neck if it hasn't gotten better. I guarantee that no one will be able to tell."
The man pulled a long face and did not say anything as he listened to her response. She had been tormented by the man for almost the entire afternoon. The fatigue and sleepiness after being satisfied attacked her, and it quickly made her eyelids sink.
