His Majesty Spoiling Qingqing, the Start of the OPL Competition (2)

He seemed a bit helpless but carried a faint smile.

"Yes, my lady."

His voice was cool and smooth, like the sound of jade breaking.

These three simple words, much like his character, were straightforward.

Si Fuqing listened to the message a few more times, then happily saved it.

She admitted she had a thing for voices.

**

Meanwhile, at the hotel.

Yu Xiheng was brewing medicine.

During his previous life of wars and battles, he often had to rely on himself due to the lack of manpower, and he had a solid grasp of basic Chinese medicine.

However, he wasn't a doctor, and seeing her injured, he couldn't treat her himself.

It still pained him.

In this modern society, fifteen hundred years later, Yu Xiheng often read the evaluations of him by future generations, and with Si Fuqing around, he gradually started surfing the internet.