Liang Feng parted his lips; he wanted to say something more, but before he could even say another word, he felt the mark on his arm burn. Wincing slightly, he rubbed his arm and then bowed in respect. "I apologise for asking these questions; as a royal guard, this is my responsibility. Miss Ruan has some dangerous abilities, and with the prince being in close proximity, this is what I should do."
"His Highness is in the trade market?" Rong Xian sat up straight and looked at Liang Feng, who shook his head. "Oh no, his highness is not here. We have another place where we need to be, and we just stopped here to rest before going on our way." As he spoke about his prince, he could not help but glance at Ruan Chanchan and Ruan Zeqiu. No matter how he looked at it, the two of them were tugging and pulling as Ruan Zeqiu helped his sister up.
