Rong Ling paid no attention to the unconscious Zhang Shiwen and raised his hand to direct the people from the county government brought by Zhang Shiwen, ordering them to dig up the bodies. He wanted to see how many people were actually dead inside.

Among the people Zhang Shiwen brought was Zhao Yu, the constable from the county government. Zhao Yu watched with deep eyes the Feng Qing standing not far away, side by side with Rong Ling.

The two standing together looked particularly well-matched, the man handsome and the woman beautiful. But how did Miss Feng come to know Prince Yong?

Zhao Yu had heard quite a lot about the Dayan Regent King before; he had once been Zhao Yu’s most admired figure.

But now the girl he liked was standing next to the person he admired, and Zhao Yu’s feelings were not so pleasant anymore.

Not far away, Rong Ling naturally noticed Zhao Yu’s gaze, fixed on Feng Qing beside him.

Rong Ling felt displeased, his thin lips instinctively tightened, and seeing Zhao Yu looking over once again, Rong Ling suddenly raised his hand to gently rearrange Feng Qing’s slightly messy hair, speaking softly, “How are you? Are you tired? Do you want to go back and rest for a while?”

Feng Qing looked up at the man in front of her, feeling utterly puzzled. She had just been dealing with the dead, and now he was showing such eager concern? Moreover, he had intertwined his and her hands, and now asking if she was tired—as if he would really let her go back and rest.

Feng Qing was about to say, “I’m tired, I’ll go back and rest first.”

Unfortunately, before she could even speak, the person next to her talked again, “I know you’re worried about me. Fine, wait a while, and we’ll go back and rest together.”

Feng Qing stared at the person beside her, bewildered. Was this an act? Could she get a word in edgewise?

Unfortunately, Prince Rong had spoken, and Feng Qing was too weary to respond any further.

At this moment, Rong Ling’s attention was mostly on Zhao Yu in the distance, seeing Zhao Yu appear disheartened watching his affectionate conversation with Feng Qing.

Rong Ling’s lips curled into a calculating cold smile; ha, to challenge me is clearly courting death.

Ahead of him, Zhao Yu, disheartened, followed behind the Prince Yong Mansion guard, walking toward the underground cave, and finally couldn’t hold back asking the Prince Yong Mansion guard.

“What is Miss Feng’s relationship with your Prince? How did she come to know your Prince?”

Could it be that Miss Feng was attracted to Prince Yong because he was handsome and powerful?

If that were the case, then he really misjudged her.

Just as Zhao Yu was thinking this, the guard from the Prince Mansion looked back at him strangely, “Who are you talking about? Surely you’re not referring to our Princess Consort.”

Zhao Yu thought he must have heard wrong and stammered, “You, your Princess Consort.”

“If you’re talking about the person standing with our Prince, then it’s indeed our Princess Consort.”

Zhao Yu’s vision instantly darkened, unable to utter a word. The woman he liked turned out to be the Princess Consort Dayan.

Did he still have a chance? Could he possibly compete with Prince Yong, especially since the Prince seemed to treat Miss Feng quite well?

This time, Zhao Yu’s heart was truly deadened, following the Prince Mansion guard into the cave to dig up the dead.

The group kept digging until near noon, unearthing a total of one hundred eighteen corpses.

Neatly arranged on the mountainside, the sight was quite horrifying, and Rong Ling’s eyes were cold and terrifying, fixed on the just-awakened Zhang Shiwen: “Tell me, what exactly is going on here?”

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