Feng Qing spoke: "Earlier, I saw that Guo looked very sleepy, so I let him sleep for a while by the shrubbery, and I went for a walk around here."
Hong Chi disapprovingly glanced at Guo Feng, and the group hurriedly returned.
Inside the tent, Rong Ling was reading. Upon hearing the commotion, he looked up and noticed the unusual state of Feng Qing—her hair was slightly disheveled, her face had a lot of dirt, and her clothes were stained with soil. Her walking was also a bit sluggish.
A flash of worry passed through Rong Ling's eyes, and he then asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Before Feng Qing could speak, he looked directly at Hong Chi, Guo Feng, Si Qi, and Si Hua.
"Four people went out, yet you couldn't take care of the Princess Consort. What use are you?"
His voice was chillingly cold.
Hong Chi, Guo Feng, Si Qi, and Si Hua all knelt down in unison.
"We are at fault, Your Highness."
