Qingyun was already up from the wedding bed. She sat before the bronze mirror while a Maid behind her carefully removed her pearl coronet.
Seeing Ji Qingwu enter, her red lips curled up. "It's one thing for you not to help me with my hair, Fifth Cousin, but to leave right after the ceremony?"
Ji Qingwu stood by the bronze mirror and said, "The ceremony is over. Surely Your Highness doesn't expect me to stay and watch you and the Prince Consort in your bridal chamber?"
The blush on Princess Qingyun's face deepened. "Fifth Cousin, how can you even joke about something like that?"
'I've seen so many women for infertility issues before,' Ji Qingwu thought. 'It often wasn't a physical problem at all. They simply didn't know how to perform the act, or couldn't find the right... spot.'
From a physician's perspective, she offered a friendly reminder. "This is no joke. Your Highness has looked at the marriage manuals, I assume?"
