Feng Qing glared angrily at the man sleeping with eyes closed on the bed. Who was stealing the bed? Wasn't it because he wouldn't let her sleep and made her stand watch? If he let her sleep, would she need to fight with him for the bed?
"Prince, no need to add a couch, I might as well return to the Purple Bamboo Pavilion to sleep."
As Feng Qing finished speaking, Rong Ling slightly raised an eyebrow, not even bothering to open his eyes, and casually threw out a sentence.
"Is this how you promised to serve me well?"
Without saying another word, Feng Qing ground her teeth fiercely in the room, then went out and talked to Nan Feng about adding a couch.
