Jealous

"Someone, lock this woman up in the woodshed."

Hearing Yi Shuihan's words, Feng Qingying secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Wait a moment, I came here for my husband. Since you want to lock me up, then lock me up together with my husband. You don't need to waste any space here."

"Send the wangfei to the prince's side."

Xin Yi spoke out.

"Xin Yi..."

Just as Yi Shuihan wanted to object, he was interrupted by Xin Yi: "A Han, they are husband and wife, why must we separate them? They cannot escape."

As such, Yi Shuihan also tacitly agreed.

Yi Shuihan's guards wanted to go up and capture Feng Qingying, but she coldly glanced at the guards and her sharp gaze startled the guards, "I'll go myself, lead the way."

The guard glanced at Xin Yi and Yi Shuihan, who nodded to the guard, and the guard led the way.

Feng Qingying casually followed, not the slightest bit embarrassed.