Feng Yexuan remained motionless.
It seemed that he had no reaction whatsoever.
Chu Qianli watched his back, but that back seemed to become colder and colder.
The hope in her eyes slowly turned into disappointment.
Finally, she lowered her head and, supporting herself on the bedpost, slowly placed her legs down.
Just as she was about to put on her boots with her bandaged, injured foot, before her foot even touched the boot, suddenly, she felt light.
She was swept up into an embrace!
Chu Qianli instinctively clutched at his clothes.
Outside the door, Leng Ji and several guards were waiting.
Fu Long was also there.
The Iron Cavalry Group, originally a dozen strong, now had only him remaining alive.
When Feng Yexuan came out carrying Chu Qianli, Fu Long's eyes hardened, and he immediately saluted with the others, saying, "Prince!"
Feng Yexuan kept silent, walked to the horse, and looked down at the woman in his arms, "Are you sure you want to follow this prince?"