Qing Han was stunned.
'Mother, you've changed!
'You're no longer the person I used to know!'
"Qing'er, it's getting late, let's go."
Nan Xian calmly turned around. His white robe was as cold as the moon, and a ray of light fell upon his handsome face.
***
Wu Shang City.
The entire Wu Shang City was in chaos since the little prince was taken away by a leopard.
The empress was heartbroken and had fallen ill; even the emperor had aged a lot in a short time. He no longer went to the court, accompanying the empress all day, causing all the concubines to feel jealous of her.
Qi Fang rubbed his forehead to relieve the headache that was coming on. He looked at the guards kneeling in front of him and asked sternly, "Is there still no whereabouts of Yu'er?"
The guards knelt in a row, trembling.
"Your Majesty, we still haven't found the little prince, and even Master Qing has not returned."
