Rong Ling wasn't angry; it was meant to be given to Feng Qing anyway. She had the skill to make herself the master.
However, this woman truly had skills, different from the other women around him. Sometimes, she was as gentle as a kitten, yet occasionally she'd scratch you with her claws. Other times, she was like a wild deer, fierce but evoking sympathy. Yet, most of the time, she was like a wild horse, proud and untamed, indeed infuriating.
And this woman was his Princess Consort, also his lifesaver. The more Rong Ling thought about it, the colder his expression became, his dark eyes fixated on Feng Qing.
Feng Qing looked at his unpredictable demeanor, raising her eyebrows in silence. What had gotten into him again? How had she offended him?
"Prince, is there something the matter?"
Rong Ling collected his thoughts and looked at Feng Qing, saying, "Tell me your impressions of Heir of Prince Su and Prince An from earlier when you met them?"
