Rong Ling's lips curved into a mocking smile. The Little Emperor wouldn't rest until he was dead; clearly, he had become a nuisance in his eyes.
Too bad for him, wanting him dead now was nothing but a pipe dream.
Rong Ling thought to himself while saying to the little eunuch, "Thank the Emperor for me."
"Yes, Prince."
The little eunuch departed with others, while Rong Ling slowly straightened up and looked at Feng Qing on the side, smiling, "Princess Consort, can you ride a horse?"
Feng Qing raised an eyebrow. She thought he would be angry, but he wasn't. Instead, he was in the mood to ask her if she could ride.
Speaking of riding, Feng Qing could do it, but her predecessor in this era probably couldn't.
So Feng Qing shook her head and said, "I can't ride."
After Feng Qing spoke, Rong Ling chuckled and said, "I'll have someone make you two sets of riding outfits; three days from now, I'll teach you how to ride."
