Xiao Cheng merely sighed.
"Don't let it become a precedent," he said.
After speaking, he turned his head in the face of Feng Ying's expectant gaze.
"Since it's already been taken, let her keep it. If you like it, you can raise another one later," he said.
His words stabbed Feng Ying's heart like a knife.
Feng Ying's eyes reddened.
Wasn't this a blatant display of favoritism?
Her chest filled with rage, and she nearly lost control, her voice trembling slightly.
"Your Majesty... Does Daman receive your favor because she looks like my sister?" she asked.
She had made up her mind, even if driving a wedge was useless, she wanted to disgust Daman, to let her know she was just a replacement for Feng Yun.
To her surprise, Daman turned her head nonchalantly, smiling happily as she said to Xiao Cheng:
"Your Majesty, she also thinks that your concubine looks like elder sister..."
Xiao Cheng smiled faintly, "Indeed, she does."
The heart of a king is unfathomable.