He Yue shoved him away, and Thirteen almost fell. Li Shun'er immediately stepped forward to support him, almost crying: "Fujin, you can't do this. The master would rather leave his concubine behind to come here. If the master finds out, he will skin this servant alive. Please have pity on this servant."

As his personal servant, I know the master's thoughts all too well. The master cherishes his wife deeply, and no one else can compare.

But the princess consort in front of him was clearly determined to send him away; she seemed genuinely angry.

He wouldn't dare take his master to another woman's place.

He frowned, a slight headache creeping over him.

She naturally didn't want anything to happen to Thirteen, but she really couldn't bring herself to touch him right now.

Although he didn't do anything with Guarjia, they did touch each other because she smelled the perfume on Thirteen.

The thought that he had been with another woman before she went there, and that he had gone there on his own initiative, made Heyue furious. She could never forgive him.

She had come to terms with it. So what if it was Guarjia's scheme? No one forced him to go. Since he went, it meant he still couldn't let go of those women.

Ultimately, he brought this upon himself, didn't he?

Heyue didn't want to pressure him, nor did she want to wrong herself, so she hardened her heart and ignored him.

Who cares about having three wives and four concubines, or having women on both sides? I just need to be a good thirteenth prince's wife.

Thinking about it, even if he's separated from me, he still has so many beautiful women around him, so he'll get used to it soon, won't he?

Thinking of this, Heyue turned and went back to her room, leaving behind the words: "Either prepare cold water, or send him somewhere else, it's up to you."

Upon seeing this, Li Shun'er's heart sank to the bottom.