"Prince Feng Yexuan refuses to dine again?"
Fen Ling looked at the tray Leng Ji was holding; the dishes on it had been changed several times.
Initially, during the evening, the dinner was sent, and Feng Yexuan merely sipped some soup before hurrying out the door.
By the time he returned, the sky had turned pitch black—it was late, but he still hadn't touched his dinner, so Leng Ji delivered food again.
But this time, and the two times that followed, the Prince hadn't touched a bite.
"He's still looking at official documents and doesn't even glance at the meal."
Leng Ji initially had some resistance towards Fen Ling, knowing she was a person from the lady's side, and it seemed that there was always... some distance between the Prince and the lady.
Therefore, as one of Prince Feng Yexuan's subordinates, he did not like Fen Ling either.
Fen Ling, like a spy the lady had left by the Prince's side, who would welcome her?