Chapter 151 - 150: Is the Prince Hard of Sight?
Chapter 151: Chapter 150: Is the Prince Hard of Sight?
Rong Ling strangely glanced at Feng Qing and saw that her complexion was not good. She instinctively raised her hand to touch Feng Qing’s forehead.
Rong Ling thought Feng Qing was unwell, which was why her complexion looked bad, but she didn’t know Feng Qing was sympathetic to these women in the backyard, feeling they were both sad and pitiable, hence her complexion was poor.
"Why does your complexion look so bad? Are you sick?"
Feng Qing’s mouth twitched, instinctively wanting to shake off Rong Ling’s hand. Talking was fine, but what was the point of touching?
Although she was annoyed in her heart, her face didn’t show it. If she dared to shake off Rong Ling’s hand, what awaited her next would be thirty boards.
Feng Qing suddenly felt that this life was too exhausting, wondering when it would end. It seemed the Prince Yong Mansion couldn’t be stayed in for long; she’d better find a thorough way to leave.
While thinking, Feng Qing smiled and said, "Prince, I’m tired. Didn’t sleep well last night, so?"
When Feng Qing mentioned last night, Rong Ling’s face didn’t look good either. He thought of being squeezed to the bed’s corner last night.
"I thought you slept very well."
Hearing Rong Ling’s words, Feng Qing thought of herself climbing into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night, squeezing them to the corner of the bed. Rong Ling was already angry; she was mentioning the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Feng Qing immediately showed an eager smile: "Prince, tired huh? Let me help you back to rest."
Rong Ling did not oppose, and the two slowly walked away supporting each other.
Behind them, Consort Jiang and Consort Song and others stared dumbfounded at the departing group. Once Rong Ling and Feng Qing walked further away, Consort Jiang and Consort Song finally snapped out of it.
"Was that the Prince? The Prince actually treats the Princess Consort so well."
"Did we see wrong? A Prince like him, a dragon among men, usually doesn’t show women a good face. How could he show Feng Qing, that woman, a good face?"
"Is the Prince not seeing clearly?"
"I feel the same, the Prince must not be seeing well. That’s why he doesn’t love us beauties but goes pampering that ugly woman Feng Qing."
Boohoo, someone cried, each one looking unhappy.
If the Prince treated Han Ziyan well, they would mostly be furious but helpless—after all, Han Ziyan is Dayan’s number one beauty. But now the Prince doesn’t pamper Han Ziyan, that beauty, and actually pampers the Princess Consort, that ugly woman.
They couldn’t swallow this grievance no matter what, but what could they do even if they couldn’t swallow it? Could they go confront the Prince? Hence, each one was angry to the point of liver pain and stomachache.
Up front, Feng Qing and Rong Ling were unaware of this drama. The two walked together towards the Yijing Courtyard, guards and maids trailing far behind, not approaching.
Watching them about to turn towards the direction of Yijing Courtyard, a hand reached out from beside a low wall on the left diagonal front. That hand was delicate and fair like jade, seemingly as flawless as a jade artifact. As the wide sleeve hung down, the hand slowly lifted up to pick the osmanthus branch by the low wall.
Rong Ling and Feng Qing paused their steps simultaneously and looked over, seeing a woman in a purple smoke-like long dress slightly tilting her beautiful neck to pick the osmanthus branch by the low wall.
That slightly tilted profile was extraordinarily beautiful, the long smoke-like purple dress making the whole person seem like a celestial figure.
Feng Qing looked at the beautiful scene ahead, instinctively curled her lips, and lightly laughed as she turned to Rong Ling...