Feng Qing heard Rong Ling's words, her face turned black with anger, and she turned to walk out, cursing as she went: "I belong to myself, who is yours."
Behind her, Rong Ling heard her yelling, and his face darkened, his eyes filled with contemplation. It seemed he needed to consummate the marriage with his Little Princess soon. Only then would her heart settle, saving her from thinking about leaving the Prince Mansion all day long, and getting used to his presence.
How could this be allowed? Since he had decided she would be Princess Yong for a lifetime, it was impossible not to touch her.
Rong Ling thought, lowering his head to look at the medicine in his hands. His phoenix eyes dimmed. He didn't believe that Feng Qing only had these four packets of medicine, perhaps her earlier anger was just a pretext.
Rong Ling thought as he lifted his foot to walk out. Outside the door, Feng Qing was looking at Nan Feng, ordering: "Take me to rest."
