The Queen's Self-Mockery

When Shui Qianqian heard her servant's words, her body turned stiff. Raising her head slightly, she glared coldly at her.

She scoffed quietly. "Ha, he cares for me? Zilan, even if you want me to eat, you don't have to mention his name."

Shui Qianqian's voice was full of mockery of herself. After scoffing, the gunshot injury on her chest began to hurt again.

"Cough, cough…" Shui Qianqian clutched her heart and couldn't stop herself from coughing. Her face turned as pale as a sheet, and she looked as though a gust of wind could knock her over.

"My queen! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I just have a slight cough. Don't make a big fuss."

"But the prime minister will really be worried about you."

Hearing her own servant repeatedly mention the prime minister, Shui Qianqian's face turned even colder. "Do you work for me or him?"

As she spoke, she even slammed her hand on the table. She hit the table too hard that her hand even hurt.