"Miss, although you are now the Princess Consort Ling, Marquis Mansion will always be your home, the bond of blood that you can't cut off. Moreover, Lady Wang is ill; if you don't visit, I'm afraid others will speak ill of you behind your back."
Zhen Zhu kept on talking endlessly, as if Murong Jiu's failure to visit Marquis Mansion was an act of great disloyalty.
Murong Jiu remained unmoved, sipping the warm fruit tea with a calm demeanor, her mouth filled with its refreshing taste.
Seeing that she had no reaction, Zhen Zhu frowned and whispered softly:
"Miss, the Prince is nice to you now because you and your master possess extraordinary medical skills. Once you are of no use, he will definitely discard you without hesitation. Don't forget whose child you are carrying in your womb. The Prince is a normal man; how could he tolerate this indefinitely?"