The more the guard continued speaking, the less he dared to meet the Prince's ferocious gaze. By the end of his report, his voice was barely a whisper.
Upon hearing the guard's words, Rong Ling felt as though a massive stone was pressing on his heart, making him intensely restless.
He turned around, nimbly mounted his horse, and galloped straight towards the first mountain pass. Behind him, Nan Feng noticed Rong Ling's expression change, quickly ordering his men to carry the assassins and follow the Prince, heading directly to the Hunting Ground.
Meanwhile, the court officials and Royal Family members gathered around the guard who had reported the news, inquiring anxiously.
"What happened?"
"What happened to your Princess Consort?"
