"Take His Highness back quickly to treat his injuries. I am now an exile and cannot help you."
"But His Highness misses his wife so much!" Nanxing almost shouted. How could his wife have become like this? How could she be so heartless?
"So what?" Xie Zhaozhao said coldly, her fingers digging painfully into her palms. "I can barely protect myself."
Nanxing was speechless for a long time. What the lady said was true. She was a young lady from a prominent family. She was exiled three thousand miles away. Even a man might not be able to survive.
He then looked at Yuanyuan.
Yuanyuan had been crying so hard her eyes were blurry, but she turned her face away cruelly. The young lady was right. What did longing and affection matter?
They were exiles.
Right now, deep affection is less valuable than a piece of bread!
Nanxing felt a pang of pain in his heart. How did they end up like this?
Zhou Shaoyu stumbled and rode off on horseback with Nanxing.
The horses galloped like the wind, disappearing into the billowing dust in moments.
Once out of the Xie family's sight and through the city gate, Zhou Shaoyu suddenly fell off his horse.
Nanxing was terrified and hurriedly helped him up; blood was flowing from his lower body and forehead.
The emperor beneath him was being beaten with a board, and his forehead had been hit on the stone pavement.
She covered the blood gushing from his head with a handkerchief and cried out, "Your Highness, Your Highness, how are you?"
With trembling hands, Zhou Shaoyu pulled the string of beads from his chest.
It consists of eighteen agarwood beads, one coral mother bead, and one spacer bead. The pendant is made of pearls and coral seed beads, with a yellow tassel at the bottom.
A faint fragrance, round beads, just like her—pure and serene.
She said, "Go back and throw it away."
She said, "So what? I can't even take care of myself!"
He gripped the beads tightly, closed his eyes, and fainted.
Nanxing quickly sent a signal.
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