Rong Ling was shocked, truly stunned, as the Regent Prince was rendered speechless by Feng Qing's words.
The Empress Dowager, his sister-in-law, a woman more than ten years older than him, actually coveted him.
Rong Ling squinted at Feng Qing, doubting what he had heard.
Feng Qing quickly said, "I'm not making this up. I saw the interest in the Empress Dowager's eyes for you. Although it flashed by quickly, I saw clearly. Her meaning was probably that such an extraordinarily beautiful man, if conquered, would surely...?"
Rong Ling didn't wait for Feng Qing to finish and was already in a thunderous rage: "Shut up."
As he finished speaking, he abruptly raised his hand and slapped the table beside the couch, and with a cracking sound, the table shattered.
But even this wasn't enough to dispel the anger in his heart, as a chill surrounded him, and on his handsome face, a bloodthirsty malice gathered, his spoken words laced with disdain.
"Disgusting thing."
