Rather than marrying a mediocre and incompetent man in the future, it's better to cling to Feng Mo; at least she can become a princess.
Thinking of this, she suddenly cried out and fell to the ground.
"Third Prince, I sprained my ankle, it hurts so much..." she cried weakly, clutching her ankle.
Upon hearing this, Feng Mo felt somewhat annoyed and said to the servant beside him, "Send Miss Rong back to her residence."
"Yes." The servant replied respectfully and turned to walk towards Rong Yiyi.
Rong Yiyi was dumbfounded as she watched the man walk away without turning his head.
Why didn't Feng Mo turn around and help her up as she expected?
"Miss Rong, let me help you back." The servant bent down and extended his hand to her.
"Don't touch me!" Rong Yiyi slapped his hand away and suddenly said to Feng Mo, who was walking away, "Isn't the Third Prince interested in my sister? I know her secret, do you want to hear it?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Mo paused in his tracks.
Upon seeing this, Rong Yiyi's eyes flashed with jealousy.
Sure enough, only the affair with that bitch Rong Qingqing could make him stop in his tracks.
Seeing the man return, Rong Yiyi concealed the sarcasm in her eyes, her face showing pain. "Your Highness, I sprained my ankle and can't walk. You..."
Feng Mo glanced at the servant, who understood and immediately grabbed Rong Yiyi by the back of her collar and lifted her up.
Rong Yiyi's face turned green. "You bastard, put me down right now!"
Feng Mo ignored her and walked straight toward the teahouse not far away.
The servants, carrying Rong Yiyi, quickly followed.
Even after entering the private room, Rong Yiyi's expression remained extremely unpleasant.
She was utterly humiliated and, clutching her handkerchief, began to sob.
Feng Mo said impatiently, "I'll give you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."
Upon hearing this, Rong Yiyi stopped crying, wiped away her tears, and said aggrievedly, "Your Highness, I am your fiancée, how could you let someone treat me like this?"
"Didn't you say you sprained your ankle and couldn't walk? My hand is also injured, so I can't help you. My subordinates will have to do it for me." Feng Mo stood by the window without turning his head. His voice was cold and distant, with a hint of annoyance.
Rong Yiyi clenched her fist tightly; the pain brought her back to her senses. She asked with concern, "Your Highness, which hand is injured? Is it alright?"
Feng Mo glanced at his left arm, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Last time his uncle forced him to abdicate, he originally intended to reap the benefits, but his subordinates reported that Xiao Zhen had led men into the palace to support the emperor.
In that instant, he knew that his uncle had fallen into his father's trap.
He decisively rushed out to save the emperor, taking a knife for his father and deliberately injuring himself.
As it turned out, the blow he took was not in vain; when his father dealt with his uncle, he did not take his anger out on him.
He didn't answer Rong Yiyi, but instead pressed her, "What secret does Rong Qingqing have?"
Suppressing her displeasure, Rong Yiyi said softly, "During the hunt at Jiulong Mountain last time, Xie Jingyi told me that she saw the Crown Prince come out of my sister's room late at night. At that time, I didn't think much of it, after all, they were still stepmother and stepson. But after the Crown Prince's identity was revealed, I vaguely felt that their relationship was unusual. Did my sister already know the Crown Prince's identity, which is why she dared to disregard morality and spend the night with him in the same room?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Mo narrowed his eyes.
Did Xie Jingrun emerge from Rong Qingqing's room late at night?
Anger welled up inside him, but he turned around and gave Rong Yiyi a scrutinizing look. "Why did you tell me about this?"
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