In her room, Feng Qing was agonizing.
In the study of the front courtyard, Rong Ling was meticulously handling the memorials. Since he had not yet transferred power back to the Little Emperor, many state affairs required his personal attention, leaving him busy and occupied until late at night.
On one side of the study, Nan Feng glanced at Rong Ling several times, making it impossible for Rong Ling to pretend he hadn't noticed. He lifted his gaze toward Nan Feng and said.
"Is something wrong?"
Nan Feng spoke steadily: "Prince, the Princess Consort injured her hand. Would you like me to send some medicine for the injury?"
Upon hearing Nan Feng's words, Rong Ling's phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, his expression showed displeasure: "Letting her fall into the water earlier was one thing, but now you want to send medicine?"
Seeing the Prince's displeasure, Nan Feng immediately sought forgiveness: "I was meddling."
