Feng Qing not only personally cooked the porridge, but also fed Rong Ling with her own hands, diligently attentive from start to finish.
As Rong Ling ate, he mocked her.
"I remember the Princess Consort once said she didn't know how to serve people. Has she learned now?"
Feng Qing smiled warmly and sunlit: "For the Prince, this concubine is working hard to learn, hoping the Prince gives me a chance."
Feng Qing spoke earnestly, pleading with remorse: "Prince, this concubine has made two mistakes in a row, so I plan to redeem myself by serving you well in the coming days, and will surely help you recover soon."
She showed all eight teeth in a grin: "Will the Prince give me a chance?"
Rong Ling squinted at her, seeing through her manipulative ways, knowing she became overly attentive as soon as he intended to punish her. Why wasn't she so diligent and careful earlier?
Rong Ling thought with a sneer, his phoenix eyes sharp as blades.
