Fen Ling still maintained her humbling posture: "I am truly gravely injured. If I ride a horse back, I won't be able to endure it…"
"The carriage is large enough. Stay here and rest quietly."
Feng Yexuan's voice remained cold, but Fen Ling noticed that when he looked at Chu Qianli, his gaze was indescribably tender.
Yet whenever he spoke to her, his attitude was exceedingly indifferent.
Fen Ling was still unwilling to give up and murmured softly, "Yexuan, you didn't treat me like this before…"
"Feng Xi is your sister, isn't she?" Feng Yexuan's gaze slowly lifted, then fell once more.
And it landed on Fen Ling's face.
Fen Ling's entire body tensed.
Before coming here, she had already anticipated that this question was unavoidable.
Earlier, Feng Yexuan hadn't asked because all his thoughts had been focused on the poisoned and unconscious Chu Qianli.
Now, with herself presenting in front of him, it was impossible for him not to question her.
