After Feng Qing finished speaking, Rong Ling, who was lying on the bed, did not dwell on the topic. He looked at Feng Qing's neck with clear eyes.
"The injury on your neck?"
Feng Qing's heart tightened, but her expression remained unchanged. She spoke casually, "I was strangled by a severely injured assassin who was on the brink of death. It's nothing."
Rong Ling didn't have the energy to think more about this matter; he had other things to do now.
"I want to go to the Jinluan Palace, do you have a way?"
After Rong Ling finished speaking, Feng Qing's expression changed subtly, while Nan Feng and Nan Xuan turned visibly pale: "Prince, your health."
A person who was almost dead should be resting in bed, even if it means recuperating for a while. But the Prince actually wants to go to the Jinluan Palace; is he tired of living too long?
However, Rong Ling ignored his subordinates and continued to stare at Feng Qing: "You should have a way."
