Feng Qing finished speaking, and Nan Xuan got up and went out. Feng Qing couldn't be bothered to spare him another look, as she picked up a piece of pork knuckle and began to gnaw on it. Cooked to perfection, it's tender and soft, truly delicious.
A thud sounded outside, causing the pork knuckle she was gnawing to fall.
Feng Qing's expression immediately soured, and she glared toward the door. Si Qi hurried outside to take a look, then ran back to report, "Princess Consort, Nan Xuan Guard is kneeling outside the door."
Feng Qing, furious, snapped, "Let him get lost, and if he's going to kneel, have him kneel further away, not right outside my door."
Feng Qing's words weren't softly spoken, and naturally, Nan Xuan outside heard them. He decisively got up and walked further away, then knelt down in the courtyard.
Si Qi went out to check again, returning to report, "Nan Xuan Guard has kneeled in the courtyard."
