Even with her eyes closed, she could recognize that familiar figure.
Ling Rong's mind instantly became blank.
Why would he appear here?
Her legs reacted faster than her brain, and she was already running over.
Just as she got close to him, a flash of bright white light swept across, and the incredibly sharp Soft Sword stopped suddenly half an inch from her neck.
"It's you?" A hint of surprise flashed in Yun Shangshu's eyes.
How did his concubine suddenly appear here?
Seeing the large patch of blood still not dry at the corner of his mouth, Ling Rong suddenly started to cry.
"Prince, you are injured..."
Yun Shangshu retracted the Soft Sword and coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I... Prince, why are you here?" Wasn't he supposed to be in the North Imperial City?
Why did he fall from the opposite peak and get seriously injured?
Why was there no guard protecting him?
"We need to leave, someone is coming," Yun Shangshu said, frowning slightly.
