Chapter 161: This Is Really Interesting
Chapter 161: Chapter 161: This Is Really Interesting
Si Qi and Si Hua listened to Feng Qing’s words, their faces paled, and indeed, the Prince might really do such a thing.
He had issued a confinement order to the Princess Consort; should the Princess Consort leave the courtyard without permission, the Prince might truly have her beaten. So it’s better to leave this matter be.
But thinking about the commotion among the women in the other courtyards, they felt a bit distressed, although they ultimately said nothing more.
However, Feng Qing didn’t want to go to the front courtyard, while the people there came to invite her.
"Princess Consort, the Prince has invited you over."
Feng Qing raised her eyebrows and looked at Nan Feng who came to invite her, saying irritably, "Didn’t he say he would confine me? Why is he asking me over now?"
Nan Feng immediately replied with a smile, "In response to the Princess Consort, the Heir of Prince Su and the Heir of Prince An have arrived in the Capital City. They came to the Prince Mansion to visit the Prince instantly upon arrival. As their aunt, the Princess Consort must meet them."
Upon hearing Nan Feng’s words, Feng Qing couldn’t bother thinking about the confinement matter anymore.
Her thoughts shifted to the Heir of Prince Su and the Heir of Prince An; rumor had it that these two princely heirs were extraordinary men. The former favored literature, able to read at three, write poetry at five, and by his teens, he had assisted Prince Su in revitalizing Shengzhou, leading it to prosperity.
The latter excelled in martial arts; reportedly, this princely heir of Prince An Mansion was born with exceptional strength, wielding a two to three hundred-pound broadsword effortlessly, intimidating like a tiger, capable of defending against hundreds on horseback. In the borderlands of Xize, he was renowned, and ordinary people dared not provoke this princely heir.
Unexpectedly, these two had indeed arrived in the Capital City, and instead of visiting the New Emperor first, they prioritally came to Prince Yong Mansion to pay respects to Rong Ling.
This is truly intriguing; Feng Qing laughed, guessing that the Capital City would become increasingly lively.
As she pondered, Feng Qing stood up, washed her hands, and with Si Qi and Si Hua, followed behind Nan Feng, making their way to Yijing Courtyard.
Along the way, the Prince Mansion’s servants watched this scene, murmuring to themselves.
Wasn’t the Princess Consort out of favor? Why is she going to the front courtyard?
What’s truly going on? Someone please explain!
Feng Qing couldn’t be bothered with the Prince Mansion’s servants, taking her two maids along with her straight into Rong Ling’s room at Yijing Courtyard.
Seeing her, Rong Ling’s face immediately turned cold, his gaze filled with a sinister gleam.
Thinking about this woman, supposedly confined but enjoying herself in Purple Bamboo Pavilion, he felt uneasy. Moreover, seeing her reminded Rong Ling of the time he fell into the bath and accidentally drank some bathwater.
Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal, but the key was that Feng Qing saw it, and he couldn’t help but imagine her mocking him inwardly.
With this thought, Rong Ling’s mood worsened, so he glared coldly at Feng Qing.
Feng Qing seemed not to notice, not even glancing at Rong Ling, instead immediately looking at the two young men in the room upon entering.
The two men slowly stood up upon seeing Feng Qing, politely greeting her, "Rong Yu (Rong Heng) greets Aunt."
The Heir of Prince Su and the Heir of Prince An, while extending greetings, quietly assessed Feng Qing.
This was indeed the legendary ugliest woman of the Feng Family, Feng Qing; her appearance was indeed unattractive, with the spider curse on her face truly frightening, and earlier, they were chatting joyfully with Uncle, yet upon this woman’s entrance, Uncle’s face turned cold.
So this legendary Aunt was likely not favored by Uncle.
Though understanding this, the Heir of Prince Su and the Heir of Prince An revealed nothing on their faces, maintaining utmost respect in demeanor.
Before Feng Qing could respond, Rong Ling on the bed spoke coldly, "Alright, sit down."