"Yes! Yes!" Jingjing was so frightened that she almost lost the strength to get up!
The events of that night had become the nightmare of her lifetime.
Jingjing staggered to her feet, thankfully Prince Yexuan did not continue to question her, and she quickly left.
Feng Yexuan stared at the overturned cup of wine on the table, his eyes deep and shadowed.
Consort Jin hurriedly said, "Someone! Quick! Clean up for the Prince immediately!"
The servants waiting outside rushed in to tidy up the mess on the table.
A splash of wine had stained Feng Yexuan's clothes, and everyone, trembling with fear, didn't know how to wipe it off for the Prince.
The Prince's face looked very grim, fearing it would only make him even more displeased.
"Xuanxuan, about the selection of the concubines..."
"Mother, your son has some matters to attend to, and must take his leave first!"
Feng Yexuan stood up, greeted her, then turned and left.
Consort Jin heaved a heavy sigh of relief.