Rong Ling's expression remained calm and composed, not seeming distressed as if he had just learned that the Little Emperor had harmed him. He had already accepted this fact, so he didn't feel sad anymore.
It's true that since ancient times, the saying that emperors are heartless is a profound truth.
As Rong Ling thought about this, he lowered his head and looked at Feng Qing, slowly sitting by the bedside and reaching out to hold Feng Qing's hand.
"Feng Qing, you have saved me multiple times. I remember your contributions. Without you, I wouldn't exist. So I promise that as long as I live, you will be Princess Yong of Dayan. Even if you commit a grave mistake in the future, I will not harm you. I want you to enjoy wealth and prosperity this lifetime."
After saying this, Rong Ling was already extremely weak and didn't want to say more. He leaned against Feng Qing and fell asleep.
