Shen Ningning gave a small bow and called out in a sweet, obedient voice, "Greetings, Consort Rong."
Consort Rong's eyes curved as she smiled, her expression elegant and gentle. "Such a good girl."
The elder aunt beside her stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Highness, the hour is late. If we don't go to worship now, I'm afraid we'll be late."
Only then did Consort Rong come to her senses, looking apologetically at Mo Lingwei. "Crown Prince, I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."
Mo Lingwei gave a faint nod.
He felt neither fondness nor anger toward Consort Rong, so he wouldn't go out of his way to target her.
After bidding farewell to Shen Ningning as well, Consort Rong departed in her sedan chair.
After she left, Shen Ningning curiously asked Mo Lingwei, "Brother, why does Consort Rong go to worship Buddha?"
