Rong Ling glanced up at her, didn't respond, and gestured for her to roll up the pants on her other knee.
As Feng Qing rolled up her pants, she muttered, "Prince, I want to learn to ride a horse. As Princess Yong of Dayan, it's a joke that I can't ride. So, Prince, please teach me to ride a horse."
Rong Ling scooped out a bit of ointment from the box and pressed it hard onto Feng Qing's bruised knee, causing her to grimace in pain, "It hurts."
Rong Ling snorted coldly, "If it hurts, be more dignified. Don't fall like today again, what a sight."
"Can I join the hunting event tomorrow?"
Feng Qing persisted in asking, and Rong Ling looked at her helplessly, "If you do this again next time, I won't be so forgiving."
"I understand."
Feng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she'd be disappearing soon, and who knows where she'd end up next.
But how does Han Moyao plan to help her, and how will he design this disappearance plot?
