Chapter 395 Sense of Frustration



Feng Mo's words of refusal were cut off.

He gave her a deep look. "I'm not a royal physician. What good would it do if I went there?"

Rong Qingqing was unable to refute it.

Whether he goes or not is none of her business, but in other people's eyes, she and Rong Yiyi are sisters after all. Now that he has fainted, if she doesn't go to check on him, she'll be criticized. So what she said earlier was to avoid going and not be criticized.

But to her surprise, Feng Mo didn't want to go either.

She opened her lips as if to say something, but finally changed her words to, "The Third Prince is right."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo felt a sense of defeat, as if he had punched cotton.

He could tell that she didn't want to waste her breath on him.

This realization made his expression turn somewhat unpleasant.

Princess Huaiyin walked over, "Mo'er."

"Aunt." Feng Mo came back to his senses and bowed to her. "Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." After saying that, he left on his own.

Watching Feng Mo's retreating figure, Princess Huaiyin suddenly turned her head to look at Rong Qingqing, "Why didn't Prince Su take you with him to Suzhou?"

Rong Qingqing replied, "I grew up in the capital and have never been anywhere else. My father was afraid that I would not be able to endure the hardships of long journeys, so he made me stay in the capital."

"It seems your father values ​​you highly," Princess Huaiyin said calmly.

“My father only has me as his daughter, so it’s only natural that he values ​​me,” Rong Qingqing said matter-of-factly.

Princess Huaiyin narrowed her eyes, stared at her face for a while, and suddenly raised her hand to touch it. "Your face is really very similar to your mother's, and even the tone of your voice is just like hers. If you weren't so young, I would almost think that the person standing in front of me is Lan Yin from back then."

Rong Qingqing asked in surprise, "Does Princess Huaiyin know my mother?"

Princess Huaiyin smiled slightly. "We don't really know each other; we've only met a few times."

Rong Qingqing asked curiously, "The princess's fief is in Huaiyin, and my mother is in the capital. Could it be that my mother went to Huaiyin when she was young, which is why the princess has met my mother?"

"It wasn't in Huaiyin, it was in Suzhou..." The Duke of Huaiyin's voice stopped abruptly, "So many years have passed, I don't really remember anymore, after all, I've only seen him two or three times."

Rong Qingqing nodded, "That makes sense. A princess of such noble status wouldn't remember such trivial matters."

"Let's go, the palace banquet will begin soon." At this moment, Princess Huaiyin changed the subject and turned to walk into the garden.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, the group of young ladies had already dispersed.

Rong Qingqing stared thoughtfully at Princess Huaiyin's figure as she walked back to the garden.

Why did Princess Huaiyin conceal the place where she met her mother? Was she feeling guilty?

As soon as she returned to the garden, Shangguan Yanran and Feng Xin grabbed her on either side and asked with concern, "What happened just now? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, it's just that someone couldn't resist and wanted to be the clown." Rong Qingqing felt a warmth in her heart, winked at the two of them, and said playfully.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yanran and Feng Xin both found it amusing, but at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them had just been talking to the Empress Dowager when everyone else ran off to watch the commotion, but the two of them did not leave without permission.

But after hearing a few words from the young lady who had just returned about what had happened outside, he vaguely understood the situation.

Hearing Rong Qingqing's relaxed tone, one could tell that Rong Yiyi hadn't gotten the better of her.

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