She sprayed some tea onto Mo Qingshan, who dodged disapprovingly while ridiculing her overreaction, "Unsophisticated girl, this medicinal liquor is a good thing."
Qi Yu pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom and threw it to him, saying irritably, "If you dare give this, just wait for your disciple to come after you with all his might."
Everyone knew medicinal liquor was beneficial, but the problem was, surely the Prince wasn't old enough to need medicinal liquor for nourishment.
Moreover, it's not like he needed to bolster his virility.
Mo Qingshan wiped off the water stains on his body, suddenly realizing something, and stared suspiciously at Qi Yu, "I mean, you two haven't consummated your marriage yet?
Hearing this, Qi Yu silently put down the cup of tea she had just poured.
It was a good thing she hadn't drunk it, or she would have sprayed it again.
She sighed wearily, "Master, you shouldn't say things like that!"
