The woman lifted her head, her little face paling slightly in pain as she forced a strained smile, "It's alright."
She tried to stand up, but her foot was too painful, and she nearly fell again.
This time, Yun Shangyuan couldn't help but reach out to steady her.
By the time he realized what he was doing, his hand had already grasped the woman's arm.
Feng Yueya, hearing his return, lifted the carriage curtain just in time to witness this scene.
Her already gloomy mood suddenly plummeted…
Niao Niao, who was resting in another carriage, also stepped out, surprised to see the Prince supporting an unfamiliar woman.
Turning her head to look at the Princess Consort, she saw her expressionless face and inwardly cried out in alarm.
Being a married woman herself, she naturally understood what the Princess Consort must be thinking at that moment.
The Prince typically never touched other women, so why was today slightly off?
Could this woman be an old acquaintance of the Prince?
