The Phoenix Consort of Heaven's Mandate

He was the only prince of a different surname in the Southern Chu Dynasty, cruel and ruthless, but he treated her differently. “Your Highness, Miss Feng was hurt by a golden needle in the manor!” “From today on, no thorny things are allowed in the manor!” “Your Highness, the cousin miss insulted Miss Feng, so she locked her in the woodshed!” “Lock the door. Let's see who dares bring her food!” “Your Highness, Miss Feng wants to pull out the apricot tree you planted nine years ago.” “If you can't even handle this little thing for her, what use are you?” “Your Highness, Miss Feng says the world is so big, and she wants to go see it.” “What?” The man's eyes narrowed dangerously. “Pass down my order: if any inn dares to put her up, smash it!” In the middle of the night, Feng Qingyao dragged herself back, exhausted. “Didn't you say you'd set me free?” The man smiled wickedly. “Freedom has its limits!”