In the Regent Prince's carriage, a cold and somber atmosphere pervaded. Rong Ling's gaze was icy as he looked at one side of the carriage, before slowly turning his eyes towards Feng Qing, speaking lightly: "What do you think of this matter?"
He felt that this woman was different from the usual ladies trapped in the inner chambers.
Feng Qing, hearing his question, instinctively responded: "Just some people fishing for fame and praise."
After speaking, she suddenly realized she had spoken too much. The Prince had previously been suspicious of her, and here she was, rambling again. It seemed she needed to be extremely careful when spending time with the Prince Regent.
As soon as Feng Qing finished speaking, she said no more, while Rong Ling on the soft couch seemed to shed much of his hostility. He lifted his gaze and said, "Come, tell me what you mean by this?"
