Feng Qing pondered for a moment, then withdrew the foot she had set on the carriage, landed back on the ground, and gracefully walked over to Rong Ling's carriage.
"Prince, is there something you need?"
Rong Ling spoke lightly, like a breeze, "Where is the Princess Consort going?"
Feng Qing responded calmly, "I'm feeling a bit bored staying at the Prince Mansion, so I thought I'd take a stroll through the jewelry and clothing shops."
Feng Qing deliberately said this, knowing that men generally dislike accompanying women to jewelry and clothing shops, especially someone like Rong Ling.
But as soon as Feng Qing finished her words, Rong Ling's gaze deepened as he stared at her, slowly speaking, "I thought you didn't like visiting these places."
After his words, he pointedly glanced at the spider on Feng Qing's face.
