When Feng Qing thought of this, her mind calmed down. She generously lifted her head to glance at Rong Ling, who was not far away, then lowered her head to continue her work, as if she didn't know Rong Ling and his group at all.
Not far away, Rong Ling naturally noticed Feng Qing's actions and deciphered her thoughts at the moment, eliciting a speechless, cold smile from him.
Behind Rong Ling, Nan Feng and Nan Xuan watched Feng Qing's movements, hesitating as they spoke one after the other.
"Prince, is that our Princess Consort? It doesn't quite look like her."
"Indeed, she looked at us as if she didn't recognize us. Could we have made a mistake?"
Plus, that girl is truly beautiful; they remembered the Princess Consort wasn't this pretty.
