With a cold glance at Hai Ruoyan, Feng Yueya sheathed the Black Iron Sword and left without looking back.
Watching that slender figure walk away, Hai Ruoyan's heart trembled incessantly, unable to calm down for a long time.
Only after covering a great distance did Feng Yueya feel the surge of anger in her heart subside somewhat.
Upon reflection, she realized she had been too impulsive, she shouldn't have treated Hai Ruoyan that way.
She should have demonstrated the demeanor of a Princess Consort, offering proper guidance...
Ah, it was useless to think about that now.
At the time, her mind was clouded by rage, no thought was given to any regal demeanor.
Moreover, she didn't even know what constituted the demeanor of a Princess Consort...
On her way back, she encountered Rong Liu.
"Princess Consort," Rong Liu stepped forward and bowed deeply to her.
