Quick Wear: Crazy Female Supporting Role She is Bai Yueguang

Shi Qing entered the inner room of Suiyuxuan, and a warm fragrance hit him in the face. It was an elegant fragrance that smelled particularly comfortable.

Caiyue took off Shiqing's cloak, Zhen Huan stood up to greet her, and the two sisters saluted each other.

Zhen Huan hurriedly took Shi Qing's hand and sat down, her eyes full of concern. Her glassy eyes were sincere, like a little rabbit.

"Sister Mei, I heard that the Queen's cat went crazy today and Noble Lady Fucha was scratched. Is everything okay, Sister?"

Shi Qing shook his head. "I'm fine, but you were injured by the Crazy Concubine. Have you treated your wounds?"

Zhen Huan touched the wound that had just been treated with medicine, with helplessness on her beautiful face.

"I originally wanted to go to the Imperial Garden today, but when I passed by the Cold Palace, I saw a deposed concubine hurting someone. I was too careless. Lingrong just applied medicine to me."

Shi Qing secretly sighed, it was still a little late, but the effect of the medicine should not be a big problem. Doctor Wen’s medical skills were not bad, so there shouldn’t be any big problem.

Aunt Jinxi, who was standing by, had originally looked dignified and calm, but now her expression was filled with anger and displeasure.

"This person is none other than Concubine Li, who was previously imprisoned in the cold palace. I don't know what kind of madness she had, but she actually hurt our young master. Fortunately, the emperor is wise, and Concubine Li has been dealt with."

Shi Qing raised his eyebrows. According to the original plot line, there was still some plot for Concubine Li later. It seemed that she was offline early. This was also good, as it saved Huanhuan trouble.

An Lingrong was originally preparing new spices for Zhen Huan, but when she saw Shi Qing coming over, she spoke in a gentle and obedient voice and restrained her sharpness.

"It turns out that my sister is here. What a coincidence! Sister Zhen ran out of spices, so I specially prepared some spices for her."

A sneer flashed in Shi Qing's eyes. It seemed that not only did the scar-removing glue contain musk, but even the spices given by An Lingrong contained a slight scent of musk.

If it is used for one or two days, there may be no problem, but Huanhuan is already pregnant, and if she smells this fragrance for a long time, there will definitely be problems.

"Lingrong is truly affectionate towards Huan'er."

As he spoke, Shi Qing helped An Lingrong sit down, poured her tea, and spoke softly in a gentle manner.

"Lingrong, your blending of spices is indeed excellent, but these things can be done by the maids, so you don't have to do it yourself."

A hint of panic flashed across An Lingrong's eyes, but she quickly returned to shock.

"Sister is right. Lingrong just feels that some things can be better expressed by doing them in person."

Shi Qing raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "As long as we are sisters, it is enough. Lingrong, the three of us sisters have come all the way together, and we naturally have a friendship that no one else can compare to. I hope that the three of us can be sisters for life in the harem."

An Lingrong's originally hesitant heart now had a crack. The scar-healing glue was originally prepared for Noble Lady Fucha.

However, the imperial physician was guarding Noble Lady Fucha, so she couldn't get close to him. When she learned that Zhen Huan was scratched, she came up with this idea.

If only Sister Zhen had never gotten pregnant and was not spoiled like her, that would have been fine. Only when she didn't have to look up to her and received her care and charity, would she feel that she and Sister Zhen were of the same kind.

Instead of being like this now, always feeling that I am not as good as Zhen Huan.

An Lingrong said uncomfortably, "Sister Mei is right. Lingrong naturally feels the same way. I am grateful for the care of you two sisters. I only hope that we can be good sisters for life."

However, An Lingrong knew her own limitations. As the daughter of a county magistrate, how could she really be the same as Shen Meiyu and Zhen Huan?

People's starting points are always different. What Shen Meizhuang had at the beginning was something she could never reach.

Zhen Huan took the scar-removing glue from the table and said with a smile.

"Lingrong just found out that I was scratched, so she specially sent me some medicine."