Song Yanqing was completely at a loss for words.
An Ning said indifferently, "I need to make some preparations to remove your scars. You should first focus on getting married and taking care of your health. I'll inform you when I'm ready."
"Yes. I take my leave, Your Majesty," Song Yanqing hurriedly said.
At this moment, he had long been wanting to leave.
He dared not disturb the Emperor and the Consort's intimacy even a bit.
Song Yanqing withdrew.
Under Xiao Jinxing's signal, everyone else also left.
In the hall of the Xiaoxiang Palace, only An Ning and Xiao Jinxing remained.
Just like last night.
No one could disturb them as long as he gave the order.
Suddenly, there was silence.
Xiao Jinxing said, "Last night, you endured a lot."
An Ning pursed her lips but didn't respond.
Stop it, having taken advantage and now pretending to be humble!
"Does it hurt?" Xiao Jinxing's slender fingers touched the kiss marks on An Ning's neck.
As soon as he touched her.
