Chapter 35: Why Don’t You Eat Yourself to Death

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Why Don’t You Eat Yourself to Death

In the main hall, Rong Ling’s deep black eyes coldly glanced at Feng Qing, and he slowly began, "You are indeed self-aware; this time, ten strikes on the palm, next time if it happens again?"

Feng Qing’s heart settled, she quickly interjected, "It won’t happen in the future."

In the future, she must act carefully and strive to leave as soon as possible.

Rong Ling gazed dismissively at Feng Qing, seeing her expression full of seriousness, as if she had really learned a lesson, he finally conceded, "Ten slaps on the palm, let it be a lasting lesson."

This time, Feng Qing said nothing more, and Nan Feng immediately took her away for the punishment.

The board was wielded by Nan Feng personally, not too harsh, yet ten strikes after all, Feng Qing’s palms were all red and swollen, tingling with a spicy pain.

At this moment, she was filled with anger, desperately wishing to leave the Regent Prince Mansion immediately, yet unable to leave because of the words she had casually made up earlier.

Now Rong Ling was still waiting for the Little Emperor to act against him; if the Little Emperor did not confront him, she feared he wouldn’t easily let her go.

In the main hall.

Rong Ling had ordered a subordinate to fetch clothes from his front courtyard, Feng Qing originally thought he would return to the front courtyard to change, but unexpectedly he did not leave, only instructed someone to bring over the clothes.

At this moment, Feng Qing didn’t want to say a word, both hungry and in pain, she seemed deflated, lacking any energy or spirit.

The man opposite looked at her with cold eyes and asked, "Do you understand your mistake?"

"I understand."

"Do you dare to play your little tricks again in the future?"

"I dare not," Feng Qing formally stated, now she also understood this man’s abnormality, truly terrifying, so she better not play any petty tricks in front of him.

Rong Ling finally let Feng Qing go, turning his gaze to Consort Jiang on one side said, "Serve the dishes."

This was to have Consort Jiang serve him food.

Consort Jiang was full of joy, gently stepping forward to serve Rong Ling dishes, this was the first time the Prince allowed her to serve him a meal, truly wonderful.

Compared to Consort Jiang’s happiness, Feng Qing was filled with impatience, eat, eat, eat, why not eat yourself to death.

She was venting her frustrations in her heart when the man opposite suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes emitted a stifling depth.

Feng Qing, instinctively shivering, forcibly suppressed what she was thinking and feeling.

The man finally withdrew his gaze and spoke indifferently, "Learn from this."

Upon hearing Rong Ling’s words, Feng Qing almost fainted, did he still want her to serve dishes, heavens, would this never end?

However, this time Rong Ling only moved his chopsticks a few times and stopped eating, then instructed, "Take away the dishes."

Hearing this, Feng Qing immediately put on a bitter face, weakly spoke, "Prince, I haven’t eaten yet."

Such good dishes, such good appearance, they must taste great, but she hadn’t taken a single bite.

Unfortunately, Rong Ling totally ignored her, coldly huffed, "The Princess Consort need not dine tonight."

"What?"

Feng Qing really felt for a moment she wanted to pounce and strangle the man opposite, but fortunately she retained a bit of reason, so even if she was furious, she tried hard to endure.

Fortunately at this moment, Rong Ling’s subordinate brought the clothes, Nan Feng invited Rong Ling to the chamber to change clothes, then Rong Ling left with Nan Feng and the others.

Consort Jiang and others looked at Feng Qing’s hand with faces full of schadenfreude.

"Princess Consort, we are going to eat."