The air in the room grew even colder, and Rong Ling's expression became increasingly grim. He sneered, "Oh, he is indeed loyal to his master behind the scenes. Forget it, we can't avoid those puppet masters. Throw him into the mass grave, and besides him, check if there are any other hidden pieces in the Prince Mansion. Find out everything and eliminate them all."
"I'll take care of this matter, don't worry, Your Highness," Nan Feng said, and Rong Ling added, "Call back Nan Sheng to manage the Prince Mansion. From now on, he will be responsible for all affairs within the Prince Mansion."
"Very well, I will attend to it immediately, Your Highness."
Nan Feng turned and walked out, and behind him, Feng Qing followed quietly, trying to leave as well.
But she had only taken two steps when Rong Ling spoke behind her, "Didn't the Princess Consort say she wanted to attend to me during my medicinal bath?"
