Chu Baihan greatly detested the atmosphere of the Imperial Palace of Yan Country. She diverted her gaze and wanted to sit in the carriage and leave.
But suddenly, at that moment, a tall figure appeared by her side, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her away.
"Prince Lin, what do you mean by this?"
Upon recognizing it was Yan Lin, Chu Baihan stiffened up like a thorn bush, her tone chillingly cold.
A few maidservants also spoke up in dissuasion, "Eighth Prince, we are ordered to escort the Princess back to her residence."
"I will explain this to father myself," he said firmly, brooking no doubt.
"Let our Princess go!" Nan Xing fumed.
Back then, this man had almost killed their Princess. What did he intend to do today?
However, as she stepped forward, Ziyi blocked her way.
"Don't worry, our master will not harm your Princess," Ziyi explained.
"Ridiculous. I will not believe your words."
As her words fell, she started fighting with him.