"Calm down, your Imperial Majesty." Noble Consort Zhao immediately got up from her seat and knelt down. She glanced at Feng Jingyang and said anxiously, "You vile creature, quickly go and check on Miss Zheng's leg injuries!"
A trace of unwillingness appeared in Feng Jingyang's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and also kneeled down, saying: "This son spoke wrongly, Royal Father, please calm your anger."
But at this time, Zheng Yan, who was in the center of the storm, seemed to not have heard these arguments, and only lowered her head to play with the jade pendant in her hand.
Her eyes softened as she touched the silk tassels.
Seeing that, the Gaochang Marquis turned his head, and stopped looking at Feng Jingyang's act, and looked at him with pain in his heart.
Feng Linche scoffed. This unfilial son simply did not know what Gaochang Marquis represented.