“His arm and thigh. It’ll take at least a month or two to heal.”
“What a pity I couldn’t see…” Meng Qing sighed: “Luo Ye didn’t punish the people of the Luo Zhan household. After all, he’s someone who’s going to be emperor, and he still has some magnanimity. Since Luo Zhan is dead, he won’t trouble the remaining widows and orphans.”
“I think he’s just putting on a show of magnanimity to win people’s hearts. He’s quite hypocritical and capable of doing anything bad privately if no one knows.”
“My lady’s analysis is truly insightful.”
Yu Yi smiled: “Bootlicker. If you have nothing important to say, I’ll go back to the memorial hall.”
“Wait, my lady. It’s so dark here.”
Yu Yi facepalmed: “…Of course it’s dark inside the coffin.”
“People are coming to pay their respects now. I can’t leave the memorial hall for too long.”
In case something happens and you can’t see it in the coffin, I’ll be here to handle it.”
“It’s fine. Besides Luo Ye, no one else is difficult to deal with. By the way, my lady, you stepped on me earlier when you kicked over the coffin, and it hurt.”
Yu Yi was surprised: “I didn’t step hard.”
Meng Qing: “You’re saying you didn’t, but it’s all bruised.”
Yu Yi: “You said it’s very dark. How can you see it’s bruised?”
Meng Qing: “Open the terminal and take a look.”
Yu Yi knew he was deliberately rambling just to talk more with her, so she said: “I’m not going to keep chatting nonsense. I’m going back to the memorial hall.”
Meng Qing asked: “My lady, what if I need to urinate?”
Yu Yi’s mouth twitched: “…Then hold it.” As she spoke and walked towards the memorial hall, she heard Meng Qing mumbling in her earpiece: “What if I can’t hold it? I’ll have to wear a diaper.”
They had considered this issue last night. Meng Qing hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since then, and his stomach was empty. Yu Yi knew he probably wasn’t actually desperate to urinate but rather feeling hungry. His joking was just to distract from his hunger.
