Rong Ling also spoke subconsciously, but Feng Qing's heart tightened. She immediately put on a smile and looked at Rong Ling, saying, "Prince, what are you saying? I'm not good-looking, so I want to dress more richly to prevent those women from looking down on me. How come in the Prince's words, I become the troublemaker."
After speaking, she lowered her head with grievance, seemingly a bit unhappy, and somewhat sad.
Her hands in front kept twisting and turning, clearly showing that she was upset.
Rong Ling couldn't help but laugh at her childish demeanor. Well, perhaps she doesn't understand. The Princess Consort he chose, he will teach her slowly.
Thinking about it, Rong Ling extended his long hand to hold Feng Qing's hand.
The two hands clasped together seemed quite matching.
The big hand wrapped around the small one, exceptionally fitting.
