The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Tell me, what's the relationship between the two?" Huangfu Lian clenched her fists and asked in a tense voice, looking straight into her eyes.

"If I am not the original me, will you still love me?" Jiang Nanyan asked, her heart tensed into a thread.

Jiang Nanyan's words shocked Huangfulian's whole body, and it took a long while before she came back to her senses and answered, "Why...why do you ask that?"

Huang Fulian's voice was a little hoarse, and there was an inaudible tremor.

He didn't know why Jiang Nanyan asked that suddenly, and his heart was lifted high, for fear that she already knew about the drug he had given her.

Could it be that when you drink the soup mixed with medicine, you can smell it?

Huangfulian frowned.

No, Wu Yu said that this medicine has no color and smell, even he can't smell it, how could Jiang Nanyan smell it?

So impossible!

There was absolutely no way she could have smelled the soup.

But if she couldn't smell the soup, why would she ask such a question?

Is it because I heard the conversation between myself and Wu Yu, or?

Huangfu Lian guessed wildly, looking at Jiang Nanyan's gaze, a little surprised, waiting for her answer.

"Anyway, don't ask so many questions, just answer my questions!" Jiang Nanyan bit her lip and opened her mouth, feeling that Huang Fulian's aura was a little weird, but she couldn't tell what was wrong with him.