Chapter 85: Humans Are Humans, How Could They Be Animals?

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Humans Are Humans, How Could They Be Animals?

Nan Feng saw the Prince eating well, and let out a sigh of relief. The Prince seemed to be crazed all afternoon, venting in the bamboo grove for half a day, leaving him baffled about what was going on. Now, he seemed much better.

Feng Qing didn’t concern himself with what others thought in the hall, only focusing on enjoying the delicious food.

The dishes cooked in the small kitchen of the Regent Prince Mansion’s front yard were truly several grades superior to those from the main kitchen.

The taste, the texture—they were truly exquisite, surely cooked by a master chef; whereas the main kitchen’s food was just made by ordinary cooks.

As Feng Qing happily ate, he noticed Rong Ling’s face on the opposite side looking much better too. Both were quite satisfied with the meal, and once the table was cleared.

Rong Ling raised his hand to dismiss all the servants from the flower hall. When the hall was empty, Rong Ling raised his eyes toward Feng Qing and said, "Let’s start learning that micro-expression psychology you talked about tonight."

Feng Qing finally understood why the prince had rushed over to dine in the evening; it was to learn micro-expression psychology from her.

"Alright."

This evening, Feng Qing was in good spirits from the delicious meal, so she readily agreed, adjusted her breath, and looked toward Rong Ling, starting to explain the origins of micro-expression psychology.

"Actually, humans are sensory creatures..."

Feng Qing had only uttered one sentence before Rong Ling’s face darkened and he snapped, "Humans are humans, how can they be called creatures? Ridiculous."

Feng Qing stared at the prince, her expression darkened in exasperation—was he going to learn or not.

Rong Ling gruffly huffed with an unpleasant look, "Speak properly."

Feng Qing wanted to point at his nose and yell, who hadn’t spoken properly, he was the one who didn’t understand, and yet blamed her.

Considering his status, she held back anyway.

"Prince, could you please not interrupt me?"

Rong Ling fell silent, but his expression remained unpleasant. Feng Qing didn’t pay him any mind and continued her explanation.

"Whether happy, angry, or furious, humans show expressions. Facial and body expressions are unconscious actions, not deliberately made, if you observe closely, you’ll discover..."

In the room, Feng Qing earnestly explained micro-expression psychology to Rong Ling, who listened attentively.

One teaching, one learning, focused solely on the task.

But in the Regent Prince Mansion’s side courtyard, the concubines were flustered, believing the Prince truly favored the Princess Consort.

He had gone in briefly before, which didn’t mean nothing happened; although the time was short, perhaps they had finished quickly.

But tonight, he had been in there for so long without coming out—could it be the same thing again?

Consort Jiang, Consort Song, and others felt like crying, the Prince seemed to have such a heavy taste; he disregarded their youthful beauty, preferring the spider-like woman, the Princess Consort. Did this mean the Prince had peculiar tastes?

Should they imitate the Princess Consort and draw something on their faces?

Did the Prince have some special fetish, liking something on people’s faces?

This made the concubines in the Regent Prince Mansion start having different thoughts.

In the palace, Yuluan Palace.

The Emperor Rong Che was glaring angrily at Empress Feng Yao, his face dark with displeasure.

"I’ve clearly told you I like Ziyan. Today, the Empress Dowager granted Ziyan a marriage, why didn’t you stop her and suggest having Ziyan enter the palace?"

Han Ziyan, being Princess Guangling, often came to the palace. Rong Che had always liked Han Ziyan, thinking such a person should match him, the Emperor.

But unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager betrothed Han Ziyan to his uncle Rong Ling as a concubine.