"Cousin—-" Zheng Haoyuan was waiting outside, desperately anxious. If it weren't for the fact that his men were no match for these people, he would have already charged over.
Zheng Nianru felt physically and mentally exhausted, uncertain whether Nanmen Yu had really let her go. In her previous life, she had not killed the Duke of Jing Ci, even when it came down to those circumstances.
Zheng Haoyuan swiftly followed, his face pale with minor injuries. In front of Zheng Nianru's blood-stained sleeve, he dared not mention his headache and overall discomfort.
"Let's go back." Zheng Nianru felt that further discussion was pointless. Things had come to this point, and she needed to return and think carefully about what to do next.
"Commandery Princess." Nian Xia gently reminded Zheng Nianru that Master Yin He was still following them.
Zheng Nianru did not speak up, indifferent to these minor issues, and this time, the boy had indeed helped her at a crucial moment.