Rong Qi stood up, his eyebrows furrowing with confusion, "What's happened?"
Hadn't she been in high spirits just before? How had the mood changed so suddenly?
Feng Yueya sat on the bed, grabbed the teapot from the table, and poured a big gulp of tea directly into her mouth, venting her anger onto Rong Qi.
"Your horse is terrible to ride! It put me in such a bad mood, a really poor mood!"
She shouldn't have ridden a horse—then she wouldn't have encountered that woman.
But if she hadn't ridden, she wouldn't have been able to save her.
Anyway, she was feeling very conflicted right now!
Rong Qi lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside, asking, "Where's the Prince?"
Could it be the Prince who made her angry?
"He's behind us. Go take care of that woman, uh, send her back home." Having said this, she lay down on the bed, turning her back to him.
A thoughtful look flashed across Rong Qi's eyes.
It seemed she was jealous.
