There was no time to lose. Yan Huaijing immediately left the manor with the pills, but when he stepped out of the courtyard, he bumped into Han Jingshu.
Han Jingshu had already gotten married to him a few months ago and was now his Princess Consort Jing.
Han Jingshu was wearing a royal blue dress with a waist. She was dressed very well. It was unknown if she was about to go out or had just returned.
Yan Huaijing composed himself and said gently, "It's so late. Why aren't you resting yet?"
Han Jingshu smiled gently. "How many times have I told Your Highness? Just call me Shu'er."
"Shu'er," Yan Huaijing called out forcefully. He was in a hurry to enter the palace and did not have the time to deal with Han Jingshu for too long.
Han Jingshu looked at the perfunctoriness and urgency that inadvertently flashed across Yan Huaijing's face and asked, "Your Highness, are you leaving the manor?"
