Regent King Rong Ling said nothing, turning abruptly to stride out.
Behind him, Feng Qing quickly followed, speaking as she walked, "Now, doesn't the Prince believe that the mix-up with the bridal sedan wasn't my doing?"
The fierce aura surrounding Rong Ling, his phoenix eyes sharp to the extreme, as he, Dayan's Regent King, had never been humiliated like this before.
Very well, truly splendid.
Rong Ling's cold and imposing voice sounded, "Let's visit the Marquis Jing'an Mansion."
Feng Qing paused in surprise, "Why go to the Marquis Jing'an Mansion for no good reason?"
Rong Ling's phoenix eyes lightly arched, his smile brilliant, like a deity descending from the heavens, yet it filled people with dread, exuding an inexhaustible chilliness from his core.
"Has the Princess Consort forgotten that today is the day to return home, let's go."
As Rong Ling finished speaking, he moved forward, but Feng Qing stood still, unable to move, realizing her current sorry state was too embarrassing to present herself in.
"Prince, may I change my clothes?"
Rong Ling turned to glance at her, a frightful spider mark on her face, hair disheveled, clothes untidy, an exceptionally pitiful sight.
Rong Ling commanded Nan Feng, "Call the chief maid from the Purple Bamboo Pavilion to assist her in freshening up and changing clothes."
"Yes, Prince."
Nan Feng answered, summoning a chief maid, and Feng Qing recognized her as the charming maid she had seen earlier in the bridal chamber. The maid appeared noticeably displeased, with a hint of unease in her eyes, seemingly afraid of her.
Feng Qing chose to ignore her, turned around to rummage through the chest for a set of clothes, then calmly ordered.
"Lead me to freshen up."
The charming maid hesitated momentarily, then instinctively said, "My name is Si Qi; the Princess Consort, please follow me."
Si Qi, immediately feeling regretful for showing excessive respect to the woman before her, said nothing further and led Feng Qing to the master bedroom of the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.
The master bedroom of Purple Bamboo Pavilion was the very bridal chamber Feng Qing had stayed in before, still filled with the same vibrant and spectacular colors.
Feng Qing bothered not to look much, hastily washed with the water Si Qi had prepared. After washing, she mused about others' startled reactions toward her and decided to see what was on her face. Despite having memories in her mind, the feeling wasn't profound.
Feng Qing thought of instructing Si Qi, "Bring me a mirror."
Si Qi glanced at Feng Qing's face, swiftly fetched a bronze mirror.
Feng Qing reached out to take the bronze mirror, carefully inspecting her face. Indeed, it was quite terrifying, with half a face adorned by a spider, lifelike, no wonder people reacted with instinctive fear upon seeing her.
Yet, after a few looks, Feng Qing recognized the true cause: poison—a strange toxin, undetectable by pulse diagnosis, known as the "human-faced spider."
So, it was not a curse at all, but someone had poisoned her.
Feng Qing couldn't help but coldly laugh, well, this is indeed interesting.
Standing beside her, Si Qi involuntarily shivered at her appearance, the Princess Consort looked quite frightening.
Feng Qing tossed the mirror aside, turning to change her clothes, with Si Qi not daring to utter a word, carefully stepping forward to assist Feng Qing in changing and then coiffing her hair.
"Just a simple hairstyle will do."
Si Qi obligingly styled a simple flowing cloud bun, selecting a white jade tasseled hairpin from the side of the dressing table to adorn it.
Feng Qing looked at herself in the bronze mirror, satisfied, she spoke, "Alright, just like this."