Chu Qianli was thrown onto the bed.
This familiar room, this familiar bed.
He did not unblock her acupoints, simply standing beside the bed, coldly staring at her.
Chu Qianli didn't speak either.
She was only immobilized, but not mute.
Yet she had nothing to say.
Thus, the two of them locked gazes, one unable to move due to the acupoint seal, the other, free to move, remained motionless.
Quiet.
The atmosphere in the room was dead silent!
It was unknown how long had passed when Feng Yexuan suddenly leaned in and yanked her up.
He pulled on her uninjured arm.
Chu Qianli felt her body loosen.
She could move again.
However, her steps could only follow him forward, her legs moving entirely beyond her control under the guidance of his inner strength.
Feng Yexuan dragged her away from Qianyun Pavilion, heading towards the great hall of the Prince Residence.
Feng Yexuan's steps were too fast, and the blood in her chest that had just calmed down began to churn slowly again.