"Is His Highness refusing to dine again?"
Feng Ling looked at the tray Leng Ji was holding. The dishes on it had been replaced several times.
It started in the evening when the dinner was sent. Feng Ye Xuan had only had a few sips of soup before he rushed out.
When he returned, the sky was completely dark, and it was late. But he hadn't had dinner, so Leng Ji sent food again.
But this time, and the subsequent two times, His Highness hadn't touched a single bite.
"He's still looking at official documents and doesn't even glance at the food."
Leng Ji initially had some reservations about Feng Ling, knowing she was from the Madam's side. But His Highness and the Madam seemed to have... some kind of estrangement.
Therefore, as His Highness's subordinate, he also disliked Feng Ling.
This Feng Ling was like an informant left by the Madam by His Highness's side. Who could like that?
Feng Ling lowered her gaze to the food and suddenly reached out, "Let me try."
"His Highness doesn't like women entering his tent," Leng Ji wanted to refuse.
Feng Ling smiled faintly, "Let me try... His Highness still has to go to Tiger Mountain tomorrow to encircle and suppress the remnants of the Tiger Gang. If he doesn't eat, can his body withstand it?"
"Also, His Highness's sleep seems to have never been good. Don't you have any ideas?"
Leng Ji's face suddenly showed difficulty, "This, I also..."
"Let me try." This time, Feng Ling ignored his obstruction and took the tray from his hand, entering the tent.
"Scram!" Feng Ye Xuan's expression was very displeased.
He was reviewing official documents, but they were talking outside, and he could naturally hear the commotion.
Unlike other women, Feng Ling was not afraid when she heard Prince Xuan's cold word "scram."
Still holding the tray, she walked to the low table and placed the dishes on it, bit by bit.
"Your Highness, you know very well that I was sent by the Madam as an informant. If you don't eat, I will report this matter to the Venerable Master exactly as it is."
Feng Ye Xuan's eyes darkened, and the cold aura around him instantly intensified, "You dare to threaten me?"
"Your Highness, I am not threatening you, nor do I have the courage to."
Feng Ling placed the food properly and looked up, meeting his gaze.
She smiled faintly, "Your Highness, I am just stating facts. Even if you kill me today, the Venerable Master will still send others to watch your every move."
Feng Ye Xuan's fingers holding the official documents slowly tightened.
Killing intent flickered in his eyes, "Do you think I dare not kill you?"
"It's all the same whether you kill me or not. Why should Your Highness go through unnecessary trouble?"
Feng Ling sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, there will always be such a person. I am not the only one, and I will never be the last."
Feng Ye Xuan stared at her face. This was probably the first time he had looked at Feng Ling so intently since she joined his retinue.
The reason he looked at her was because Feng Ling's sighing expression just now... resembled that dead woman so much!
Although Feng Ye Xuan was looking at Feng Ling, what appeared before his eyes was that dead woman, sighing helplessly, looking at him as if he were an ignorant and willful child!
His gaze suddenly became a little hazy.
Feng Ling smiled, "Your Highness, although I don't have much talent, I can play a tune to entertain Your Highness."
She casually placed a bottle of wine on the table.
Afterward, Feng Ling stood up and walked to the outside of the tent.
The sound of the flute soon came from outside.
Wisp by wisp, as if entwining around the heart.
There was a charm that made one quickly sink into it...