"I just came out of the Cining Palace." Shen Ningyuan looked behind Ling Qing and asked, "When you came here, did you see a man in a moon-white robe?"

Ling Qing didn't answer but asked, "Are you talking about my prince? He is wearing a moon-white gown today."

"No, no, he's thinner than your Highness."

Shen Ningyuan waved her hand to explain.

Xie Wanzhou is wearing a moon-white gown today?

She didn't seem to notice much.

"Then I don't know. I didn't see the person you mentioned on the way here."

Since there was none, Shen Ningyuan prepared to continue chasing after him.

“Miss Shen, wait!”

Ling Qing called her.

Shen Ningyuan turned around, "Is there anything else?"

Ling Qing scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "That... is, my prince is waiting for you, and he specifically asked me to bring Miss Shen over."

"There are too many people in the palace, so let's just forget it."

Shen Ningyuan refused on the spot: "Besides, it's a dark and windy night, it's not suitable for a man and a woman to meet alone."

After saying that, Shen Ningyuan walked around Ling Qing and headed straight towards the palace gate.

But after taking only two steps, I suddenly felt a dull pain in my neck.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Shen Ningyuan immediately lost consciousness.

His body tilted to the side and he was about to fall to the ground.

A pair of hands reached out, wrapped around Shen Ningyuan's waist, and let her fall into his arms.

Xie Wanzhou sat in a wheelchair, looking at Shen Ningyuan with her eyes closed in his arms, and smiled softly: “I knew you would say that, so it’s appropriate to knock you out.”

After saying that, Xie Wanzhou controlled the wheelchair and disappeared into the night.