Feng Ying applied a bit more pressure to her wrist and slowly massaged the man's shoulder. This was a technique she had learned from an old palace attendant, said to relieve fatigue and bring pleasure; she wanted to please Xiao Cheng.
"This concubine is worried about Her Highness the Princess, I couldn't help but come to ask..."
It was the perfect and most thoughtful response, for she knew well what Xiao Cheng liked to hear.
Xiao Cheng signaled her to stop the massage.
"No news is the best news."
Of course, Feng Ying understood that Xiao Rong had left on her own, the Jin Army hadn't captured anyone, so naturally, they couldn't come to blackmail, but she still had to appear greatly concerned, whispering softly:
"My sister and the Princess have been at odds since childhood, I fear my sister never considered exchanging her for anything. Could it be... she never intended to return the Princess?"
Xiao Cheng glanced at her, calm and collected.
