Feng Qing looked at him like this, and in the end, couldn't bear it. She couldn't help but speak up, "The Emperor is now of age and should be regent. Why does the Prince not return power to the Emperor? Holding onto the court like this will only make more people rise against you. Those people all want to step on you to climb up."
"They are well aware that sooner or later, the Prince will return power to the Emperor. They just come out against the Prince now to register themselves in front of the Emperor. Once the Emperor takes charge, these people will be meritorious ministers. Why does the Prince want to be someone else's stepping stone."
As Feng Qing finished speaking, Rong Ling, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his phoenix-like eyes. A chilling light burst forth from his eyes, filling the carriage with a cold atmosphere.
Feng Qing suddenly realized she had said too much and secretly regretted it, wondering why she couldn't control her own mouth.
