Amidst the flickering candlelight and the crackling of the charcoal fire, an unfamiliar emotion surged, making it hard to maintain composure.
Her arms tightened instinctively around Xiao Rongyan's neck.
"Why isn't there anyone guarding the entrance of the Princess of Zhen's tent?"
"Let's go inside and check!"
Outside the tent, the burly voices of General Zhao Sheng and Yang Wuce could be heard.
She panicked and tried to push Xiao Rongyan away, but Xiao Rongyan's lips pressed tightly together, unwilling to cooperate.
Xiao Rongyan just felt the blood boiling in him, completely unaware of anyone approaching the tent, and being suddenly interrupted, he couldn't help but feel displeased.
"Is the Princess of Zhen not here?"
Hearing that Yang Wuce and Zhao Sheng had already stepped into the tent, Bai Qingyan's palm, in a panic, pressed against Xiao Rongyan's wound, causing Xiao Rongyan to groan, clutching his chest.
