He felt that his master seemed to be fine, but it was the princess who was in trouble.
Could it be that the princess has always wanted to marry the crown prince instead of a prince?
Seeing the Crown Prince and Miss Yong'an together today, I can't bear the shock?
Then why did she drug her master at the New Year's banquet and try so hard to marry him?
Could it be that she intended to hand that cup of wine to the Crown Prince, but her master intercepted it halfway through?
Feng Yan had a headache; things were so complicated.
Now, when I look at my master, I always feel like he's being blatantly cuckolded.
Feng Yan glanced back at the room of the Crown Prince and Ren Yong'an behind him, and murmured, "But, Master, Miss Yong'an and the Crown Prince, they..."
Feng Yan mustered his courage: "Master, please accept my condolences..."
Lu Xiaoyun glanced coldly at Feng Yan, but said nothing.
Zhu Yu, who had walked three zhang away, suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.
Lu Xiaoyun immediately stepped forward and caught Zhu Yu before he fell to the ground. Zhu Yu's body was extremely light; she even felt that he was much lighter than when she carried him up the mountain an hour ago.
Lu Xiaoyun tightened her jaw and strode out of the bamboo forest with Zhu Yu in her arms.
Feng Yan turned back and took one last deep look at the bamboo house where the battle was raging, then followed Lu Xiaoyun down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, Ren Yong'an, who appears to be a gentle and proper lady from a respectable family, is actually a shameless slut behind the scenes.
When Li Feng saw Zhu Yu faint again, she was startled, and her eyes immediately reddened: "Your Highness, Miss, what's wrong with Miss? Why did she faint again?"
Jiang Chuan's expression also changed: "Your Highness, what's wrong with the Princess Consort?"
Lu Xiaoyun pursed her lips and remained silent.
Meanwhile, in a distant dense forest, hundreds of men in black had drawn their bows and aimed their arrows at the group of people in this direction.
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