Rong Ling's words fell, and a sudden certainty arose in his heart: that's right, the reason he insisted on making Feng Qing his Princess Consort was because he didn't like owing others. Feng Qing saved him, and by offering himself in return, they were fulfilling their mutual feelings.
Feng Qing didn't want to say another word. It was pointless to reason with this rascal, so she might as well save her strength.
Having been busy all day, Feng Qing was hungry, and the food tasted exceptionally good.
Across from her, Rong Ling's appetite improved unconsciously. Ever since Feng Qing left the capital, he had been eating poorly, always thinking about her and wondering how she was doing outside. Now seeing her, his heart was settled.
Rong Ling ate while also serving food to Feng Qing. Feng Qing didn't refuse anything, knowing a full stomach would help her escape at night.
