The Prince Su's Heir and Prince An's Heir instantly responded, "Yes, Uncle."
The two of them sat down. Feng Qing took another careful look at them. The Prince Su's Heir, Rong Yu, had an appearance filled with natural elegance, his every move carried a graceful and refined aura. Prince An's Heir, on the other hand, was handsome and resolute, his brows and eyes carried a righteous vigor, showing the robust liberality of a warrior in his every move.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Qing could confirm that these two were no ordinary individuals.
There would soon be turbulence in the Capital.
Feng Qing secretly sighed, unaware that the man on the bed saw her staring intently at the two nephews, and his gaze grew increasingly unfavorable, sharp as a knife.
Feng Qing finally belatedly sensed Rong Ling's frosty, sword-like gaze, and immediately turned with a bright smile towards the man on the bed.
"Prince, is your health better? You look quite well; you seem to have improved greatly."
