Feng Qing fell asleep while pondering, and when she woke up again, Rong Ling had already returned. He was leaning on one side of the soft couch reading a book, while Si Qi and Si Hua were setting out the food they had brought.
Feng Qing lazily turned over and sat up to greet Rong Ling.
"The Prince is back."
Having just woken up, her expression was somewhat tender and naive, and her words carried a soft, sticky tone.
Upon hearing this, Rong Ling's hostility subsided a lot. His deep, dark eyes sparkled as he looked at Feng Qing, teasing her.
"You can really sleep. Quickly get up and eat."
Feng Qing responded as she got up, walking towards the small table, and asked Rong Ling with concern, "Did the Emperor call for you?"
Mentioning this topic, the atmosphere turned a bit cold. Rong Ling sneered indifferently, "My nephew is concerned about me, saying I haven't fully recovered and should not enter the inner area of the Hunting Ground, just wander around the outskirts."
