Wen Ying sat alone in the room. The cup of tea that Yi Mujing poured for her earlier had already become cold, and she merely pinched the cup to play with it. After that, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and then she suddenly looked at the door. Only then did the cup in her hand lose its hand, and it instantly flipped over.
Xue Qing paused for a while before he saw the tea trickling down the table. Only then did he realize that Wen Ying had accidentally knocked over the cup, so he hurriedly searched everywhere for something to wipe:
"Noble Consort, don' t move. Be careful. Xue Qing looks for something to wipe ……"
Her face was flustered, but she looked around like a headless fly. However, this was clearly a house that she had been used to cleaning. She should know more ab
