Rong Ling raised his eyes and looked at Feng Qing, "Are you unhappy?"
Feng Qing felt her heart tighten upon hearing this, and instinctively smiled more genuinely, "Prince, I was just too surprised, that's all. I didn't expect the Prince to be so kind to me."
After speaking, she shyly lowered her head halfway, using this gesture to conceal her expression.
Seeing her shy demeanor, Rong Ling's initially displeased heart became joyful. Yes, it should be like this, as he had given her such a profound promise, she should indeed be happy. Perhaps earlier, she was caught off guard.
Rong Ling laughed lightly in delight as the carriage came to a timely stop, and Nan Xuan's voice sounded from outside, "Prince, we have entered the Prince Mansion."
"Hmm."
Rong Ling, with a pleasant demeanor, stepped out of the carriage. Outside the carriage, besides Nan Xuan, stood the steward Nan Sheng.
