Unfortunately, the wall was too high. She was short with short legs, and she couldn't climb up at all. Finally, she took several steps back and used inertia to dash forward, using both her hands and feet to climb up the wall. She managed to grip the wall with all her might and climbed to the top.
Feng Qing let out a breath of relief and was about to jump down when a cold and harsh voice sounded behind her: "Where is the Princess Consort planning to go?"
Feng Qing was so frightened she trembled, almost falling off the wall. She urgently turned around and saw several figures standing neatly by the edge of the bamboo forest. The leading man's exquisitely beautiful face was full of frost, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly squinted, filled with a chilling coldness.
Feng Qing sighed inwardly at her bad luck, then pretended to look up at the sky: "This really is a good place in the Prince Mansion, fresh air, beautiful scenery, the Regent Prince Mansion truly lives up to its name."
A thousand flatteries will always succeed, but unfortunately, the Prince Regent wasn't buying it and spoke coldly.
"I remember the Princess Consort should be in the woodshed, how did you end up on the wall?"
Rong Ling spoke, not waiting for Feng Qing to say anything more, and ordered sternly: "Come down."
Upon hearing his icy words, Feng Qing shivered visibly. The old account from yesterday hadn't been settled, and now she'd been caught escaping again. Would he not just order someone to pour a bowl of poison for her?
Feng Qing quickly glanced beyond the wall, calculating whether she could escape if she jumped.
Unfortunately, the man behind her saw through her intention and sarcastically sneered: "Go ahead and run. See how I break your legs."
Alright then, Feng Qing was scared and didn't dare to run anymore. She turned back to jump down.
But this time, she realized another problem. She was afraid to jump down.
Feng Qing was near tears. Earlier, she had the drive to climb the wall, but now that enthusiasm was gone, and she didn't dare jump down, fearing she might break her legs.
"Prince, come here for a moment, I have something to say to you."
Feng Qing spoke, and Rong Ling regard her with a gloomy expression. Although this woman had only just married into the Prince Mansion yesterday, he already knew she was entirely different from the women the rumors described—bold and cunning.
Rong Ling didn't move, staring at Feng Qing with a sinister gaze.
Feng Qing was near tears, with a pained expression she called again: "Prince, I really have something to tell you."
Rong Ling was too lazy to continue arguing with her. He took a few steps forward to stand beneath the wall. When Feng Qing saw him approach, she immediately jumped down with force from the wall, saying as she leaped: "Prince, catch me."
Her intention was for Rong Ling to catch her so she wouldn't break her leg.
Unfortunately, the Prince Regent watched her jump down and swiftly stepped back. Because no one caught her, Feng Qing fell flat on her face into the ground.
She struggled to raise her head, looking up at the man above her. This damned man, would it kill him to catch her?
Rong Ling looked down at her condescendingly, mockingly: "I thought the Princess Consort was very bold."
With that, he turned and walked away, commanding as he went: "Nan Feng, throw her back into the woodshed, nail the front and back doors shut, and have someone watch her closely for me."
"Yes, Prince."
Nan Feng waved his hand, and two subordinates stepped forward to seize her.
Feng Qing realized she had truly angered this Prince Regent, and if she didn't save herself, she might actually be starved to death.
"Prince, I have something to say."
Unfortunately, the person ahead didn't stop, continuing to walk forward. Feng Qing called out helplessly: "Prince, wait a moment, I'll tell you why I ended up in the Regent Prince Mansion's bridal sedan chair."