Instead of marrying a mediocre and incompetent person in the future, it is better to babble Fengmo and at least get a princess.

Thinking of this, she suddenly let out a roar and fell to the ground.

"Third Prince, I sprained my ankle, it hurts so much..." She hugged her ankle and cried weakly.

Feng Mo heard this and was a little bored, and said to the attendant beside him: "Send Miss Rong Er back home."

"Yes." The attendant responded respectfully, turned around and walked towards Rong Yiyi.

Looking at the man without looking back, Rong Yiyi was stunned.

Why didn’t Feng Mo turn around and help her like she expected?

"Miss Rong Er, please help you back." The attendant bent down and stretched out his hand to her.

"Don't touch me!" Rong Yiyi knocked off his hand and suddenly said to Feng Mo who was walking away, "Aren't the third prince interested in my sister? I know her secret, do you want to listen?"

Feng Mo paused when he heard this.

Seeing this, jealousy flashed in Rong Yiyi's eyes.

Sure enough, only Rong Qingqing's bitch could stop him.

Looking at the man returning, Rong Yiyi covered Chaoshen in her eyes, and a look of pain appeared on her face, "Your Highness, my ankle sprained, I can't walk anymore, you..."

Feng Mo glanced at the attendant. The attendant understood and couldn't help but say it, then grabbed Rong Yiyi's back collar and lifted her up.

Rong Yiyi's face turned green, "Damn it, hurry up and put me down."

Feng Mo ignored her and walked straight towards the teahouse not far away.

The attendant carried Rong Yiyi and hurriedly followed.

After entering the private room, Rong Yiyi's face was still extremely ugly.

Her face was lost, and she started crying with a veil.

Feng Mo said impatiently: "I'll give you a cup of tea."

When Rong Yiyi heard this, she stopped crying, wiped her tears, and said aggrievedly: "Your Highness, I am your fiancée after all, how can you let me treat me like that?"

"Didn't you say that you sprained your ankle and can't walk? This prince's hand was also injured and could not help you, so he could only do it for his subordinates." Feng Mo stood by the window, without looking back, his voice was cold and distant, and he was still a little bored.

Rong Yiyi pinched her palm tightly, and the pain made her regain some reason. She said with concern: "Which hand is injured by Your Highness? Is it important?"

Feng Mo glanced at his left arm and mocked the corner of his mouth.

Last time his uncle forced the palace, he wanted to make a profit, but the people below came to report that Xiao Zhen brought people into the palace to serve the king.

At that moment, he knew that his uncle had fallen into the trap of his father.

He rushed out to rescue him, blocked his father's knife, deliberately hurt himself.

Facts proved that his sword was not in vain. When his father dealt with his uncle, he did not take his anger on him.

He did not answer Rong Yiyi, but urged him to ask: "What's the secret of Rong Qingqing?"

Rong Yiyi suppressed her unhappiness and said softly: "Last time in Jiulong Mountain hunting, I heard Xie Jingyi say that she saw the prince come out of my sister's house late at night. I didn't think much about it at that time. After all, at that time, the two were still stepmother and son. But as the prince's identity was announced, I vaguely felt that the relationship between the two was unusual. Did my sister have known the prince's identity for a long time, so she dared to ignore ethics and live in the same room with the prince late at night?"

Feng Mo narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

Xie Jingrun came out of Qingqing's house late at night?
Chapter completed!