Feng Ling lowered her gaze and said calmly, "I will not make the same mistake again. Please rest assured, Venerable Lord."
Hua Rong looked at her.
The Feng Ling before her was completely calm now. Although her appearance was entirely different, there was indeed a trace of Chu Qianli in her brows.
Calm, composed, unyielding, neither servile nor overbearing.
She never panicked when faced with trouble.
That hint of a smile, always lingering on her lips.
Even in pain, she could laugh heartily.
Feng Ling was still far from Chu Qianli.
Granny Cui said helplessly, "Venerable Lord, after all, it's only been this short time. It's not easy to make Feng Ling completely into another person."
She glanced at Feng Ling again and continued, "But Feng Ling understands illusion techniques, at least that's something other women can't compare to."
Hua Rong remained silent, the anger in her brows gradually dissipating.
This was precisely why she had chosen Feng Ling!
She understood illusion techniques!
With a three-point resemblance, coupled with the guidance of illusion techniques, one could achieve seven to eight points of likeness.
However, the illusion techniques that were more than enough to deal with ordinary people were still not enough to impress her exceptionally outstanding son.
"It's a pity, my son's heart only holds that dead girl," Hua Rong sighed involuntarily.
Granny Cui said, "The Prince is a person who values love and righteousness. Chu Qianli once shared hardships and faced life and death with him, their feelings are very deep. This bond may be difficult to break in a short time."
Hua Rong said nothing.
Her son, although she was absent during his formative years, as a mother, she naturally understood his temperament.
She coughed again and looked at Granny Cui.
Granny Cui whispered, "Venerable Lord, please take care of yourself."
Hua Rong waved her hand and said, "You've heard it too, Xuan'er's affection for Chu Qianli remains unchanged. You should know what to do from now on!"
Feng Ling quickly said, "I understand. I will work hard to make the Prince see Miss Chu's shadow in me. He will eventually forget Miss Chu."
"You may go."
"Yes."
Feng Ling came out of the room. As soon as she walked out of the courtyard, she saw her sister Feng Xi.
Feng Xi hurried forward and whispered, "Sister, your face..."
"It's nothing. One must be punished for doing wrong. I deserve it."
Feng Xi was stunned. Looking at her sister, with whom she had spent over a decade, she suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
"Sister, you... you're not yourself lately," she whispered.
"Not myself?" Feng Ling smiled indifferently.
It was good that she was not herself.
Not being herself, at least, meant her disguise had passed muster.
However, in front of Prince Xuan, merely passing was definitely not enough.
She had to be perfect.
"It's so late, and you're still going to see the Venerable Lord?" Feng Ling looked back at Hua Rong's room, where the light was still on.
Although the sisters were together, they acted independently, and some matters could not be discussed.
Feng Xi said, "Yes, the Venerable Lord ordered me to handle some matters. I'm returning to report now."
"Go, don't keep the Venerable Lord waiting."
"Okay."
Feng Xi nodded and hurried towards the bedroom.
Hua Rong was about to rest when she saw Feng Xi arrive. Granny Cui asked, "How was it?"
Feng Xi replied in a low voice, "Over there... there's an old woman named Jiang. I don't know her background. With her present, it's difficult to get close to Feng Wuya."
"Granny Jiang?" Hua Rong looked at Granny Cui.
Granny Cui also didn't know who she was and could only shake her head, "In the martial world, there's never been any mention of such a person. Besides Consort Yu, Feng Wuya never had anyone of great wisdom around him before."
Who exactly was this Granny Jiang?