Feng Qing acted as if she hadn't heard, and quickly ran away. As she walked, she wondered whether Rong Ling would really be so angry as to have her dealt with. Would he kill her or have her flogged thirty times?
Feng Qing thought about it and concluded that Rong Ling wouldn't be so humiliated and furious as to kill her, so it was most likely that she would be flogged. The thought of being flogged gave her a headache.
Never mind, she might as well return to the Purple Bamboo Pavilion. Feng Qing thought as she deftly slipped back to the Purple Bamboo Pavilion with her two maidservants, Si Qi and Si Hua.
The two maids asked in bewilderment, "Princess Consort, didn't the Prince tell you to stay in the Yijing Courtyard to attend to him?"
Feng Qing could only laugh dryly; she couldn't possibly explain to the two maids that their Prince had fallen into the bathtub and swallowed some bathwater, which was why he was currently in a towering rage, likely thinking of ways to deal with her.
