Nan Feng paced in, looking disapprovingly at Feng Qing, as he had heard from outside earlier that the Princess Consort kept provoking the Prince.
The Prince is currently unwell; shouldn't the Princess Consort speak more gently? Honestly.
Rong Ling had already ordered in a deep voice, "Help me back to the front courtyard, immediately."
Nan Feng was about to say something, but Rong Ling's eyes were sternly fixed on Nan Feng, making him dare not say more. He immediately stepped forward to support Rong Ling to get up and assisted him all the way out.
As they were leaving, Rong Ling threw out a sentence before departing: "As the Princess Consort, you ought to know what it means to stop before going too far."
Feng Qing was so angry that her face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and she stood with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at the departing figure.
