Chapter 239: Tell Me Who Helped You Leave the Royal Hunting Ground

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Tell Me Who Helped You Leave the Royal Hunting Ground

Feng Qing, thinking quickly, said, "What nonsense are you speaking? They only spoke up to save me because they saw I was caught. Didn’t you see how many people in Qinghe County wanted to rescue me? It’s because I’m well-liked."

Feng Qing’s words did not ease Rong Ling’s mind. Thinking about that man’s gaze and his words made him feel both angry and stifled.

"But I think he has unusual intentions towards the Princess Consort. Should I invite him over for a good chat?"

Feng Qing rolled her eyes silently and quickly pondered if she should fabricate an affair for herself, hoping that Rong Ling might then give up on her.

However, just as she thought of it, Rong Ling, who had been closely observing the expression on her face, sneered.

"You better weigh carefully whether you can bear the wrath of this prince if you speak such words."

The idea in Feng Qing’s mind was immediately extinguished. If anything went wrong, she would be the unlucky one.

The two of them did not speak further and shared a horse straight to Qinghe County. Although Feng Qing felt exceedingly uncomfortable nestled in Rong Ling’s arms, she endured it, for now, she was a woman charged with guilt.

Alas, how could she be so unlucky?

Rong Ling and his company did not stop at an inn or restaurant in Qinghe County but had already acquired a secluded courtyard through the guards of Prince Yong Mansion. When Rong Ling and his entourage entered Qinghe County, someone led them to the newly purchased residence.

When Feng Qing followed Rong Ling into the yard, every guard from Prince Yong Mansion looked at her with astonishment.

So this exquisitely graceful young woman was indeed their Princess Consort.

So the Princess Consort was this beautiful, even dressed in the simplest plain clothing, her transcendent elegance could not be concealed. Most importantly, her every move exuded a calm, composed demeanor, resembling an orchid blooming on a steep cliff, its beauty and fragrance intense.

Feng Qing couldn’t be bothered with the guards of Prince Yong Mansion; she was only troubled about how to bring up leaving Prince Yong Mansion with Rong Ling later.

But unfortunately, when the two entered the main hall of the courtyard, Rong Ling did not ask why she left Prince Yong Mansion. Instead, he asked her,

"Tell me, who helped you escape from the Royal Hunting Ground?"

His voice was extremely dangerous.

If he found out who helped Feng Qing escape, he would definitely tear that person into pieces.

Thinking about when he heard Feng Qing was shot off a cliff, he could still feel his emotions from that moment: self-blame, frustration, and distress, a hundred mixed feelings overwhelmed him.

But later, knowing all this was orchestrated by Feng Qing, Rong Ling’s heart was filled with raging fury, imagining how he might punish this woman when he found her.

Yet, as time passed, his mindset gradually changed, and in the end, he thought, so be it. He was the one who made her feel unsafe; she was afraid to lose her life by his side. In the future, he would just provide her with more security.

As long as she came back, that was it.

After three months, once he received word of her whereabouts, he hurried over.

Rong Ling squinted at Feng Qing, who was opposite him, wearing the simplest, cheapest dress, with the most convenient hairstyle, adorned only with a wooden hairpin to hold her hair, and not a single piece of extra jewelry.

But even in such plain and elegant simplicity, there was an inherent fragrance. Her every movement exuded a noble purity, that inner and outer air of dignity and humility made one see that this woman was not an ordinary person.

Rong Ling could not help but look at her in confusion, wondering if such a Feng Qing was really cultivated by Marquis Jing’an Mansion, for even the Empress in the palace, famed throughout Dayan as its foremost talented woman, likely did not have her serene and noble air.