Si Qi saw Feng Qing's expression soften, breathed a sigh of relief and quietly asked, "Princess Consort, would you like to apply some powder?"
Feng Qing glanced at the maid in front of her; this maid seemed a bit timid, but it wasn't her business.
Feng Qing stood up and casually said, "No need."
After speaking, she turned and walked out the door, with Si Qi following behind her, they exited the master bedroom, flower hall, into the main hall.
Outside the door, Nan Feng was waiting, and when he saw Feng Qing appear, he spoke respectfully, "Princess Consort, it's getting late, the Prince is waiting in the carriage outside the mansion."
Feng Qing stepped in pace with Nan Feng, walking towards the outside of the Purple Bamboo Pavilion, vaguely hearing an excited voice behind her: "So, did you give her a taste of her own medicine?"
Si Qi's mosquito-like voice sounded: "I, I didn't."
Another bold voice unhappily sounded: "You…"
Feng Qing's mouth curled into a cold smile; it seems that many in the Prince Mansion are not pleased with her, wanting to teach her a lesson.
Outside the Regent Prince Mansion's gates, a modest yet luxurious carriage was parked, behind which were several fine horses, several figures stood respectfully beside the horses.
Aside from these Prince Mansion Guards, there was also a team that accompanied Feng Qing in her dowry.
There were maids, matrons, and some stewards among them.
At this moment, they were all silent, not daring to utter a word.
After Feng Qing followed Nan Feng out, the dowry team called out in unison.
"Miss, I am Yunxiang."
"Miss, I am Yunxiu."
Feng Qing turned and glanced back, noticing two beautiful maids at the front of the team, who were Feng Yao's chief maids; the people behind were probably also part of Feng Yao's dowry.
The Emperor and the Feng Family had an agreement for the arranged marriage, the servants were brought over intact.
Feng Qing coldly snorted, ignoring these people, only instinctively glanced at the carriage where Rong Ling sat; there's only one carriage, where would she sit?
As she was thinking, she subconsciously voiced out: "Where should I sit?"
After Feng Qing spoke, within the modest yet luxurious carriage, someone slightly lifted the curtain, speaking coldly: "Come up."
Feng Qing heard Rong Ling's words, subconsciously frowned; she didn't want to sit in the same carriage with him, couldn't another carriage be prepared for her?
Seeing Feng Qing's conflicted expression, Nan Feng understood what she was thinking, couldn't help but twitch in amusement.
So many women in the Imperial City desired to have a ride in the Prince's carriage but couldn't, and yet the new princess didn't want to; but if she delayed further, the Prince might get angry.
Nan Feng thought to himself and said respectfully, "Princess Consort, please get on the carriage."
Feng Qing glanced at the carriage, then at Nan Feng, finally resigning herself to board the carriage.
Inside the carriage, Rong Ling looked at her with a displeased expression, although he hadn't seen the situation outside, he could vaguely guess this woman probably didn't want to share a carriage with him.
However, Rong Ling would never think that Feng Qing simply didn't want to share a carriage with him; he believed the woman's actions were merely a ploy to entice him.
Heh.
"Do not indulge in such pointless antics anymore."
Feng Qing looked at Rong Ling with bewilderment, not understanding what he meant by this.
"Prince, what do you mean?"
"Do not try to attract my attention."
After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Feng Qing, lowering his head to flip through the book in his hand.
Due to his words, Feng Qing darkened her face, grinding her teeth fiercely; just how narcissistic was this guy, does everyone have to like him? Is it not okay for her not to like him?
"Prince, I think you might be sick."