Rong Ling saw Si Hua's actions, her face turned even colder, her dark eyes deep and mysterious, her voice as cold as ice.
"Where is your Princess Consort?"
Feng Qing had already heard the conversation outside, initially not wanting to pay it any mind. But since the Prince was asking her, she had no choice but to appear.
Feng Qing walked out with Si Qi, greeted Rong Ling with a bow, and said, "Greetings, Prince."
Rong Ling raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "What happened here? Having someone kneel all afternoon without a good reason."
Feng Qing looked at Rong Ling with an ambiguous smile; he was showing concern, truly worthy of personal service. However, this did not concern her, so Feng Qing calmly said, "Prince, just ask her yourself."
