No one knew how much he wanted to follow Nan Xian to save Qing Han at that moment, but he knew that he had to stay in the princess's manor to appease his mother.
He must also restrain his anger and anxieties.
"Alright..."
Feng Ruqing loosened her fists and turned around slowly. The breeze drifted over her, lifting her dress and her long, fine hair.
For a moment, Fu Chen could not even see the expression on Feng Ruqing's face.
"Mother..."
Fu Chen walked toward Feng Ruqing and gently hugged her from behind. "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect Qing Han..."
Feng Ruqing was silent for a long time.
It was only after half a moment that she gradually turned around and pulled Fu Chen into her arms.
"I'm sure Nan Xian will come back, and Qing Han will follow him back. So all I can do now is wait here for him to come home."
'Hu Qing!'
A cold light flashed in her eyes.
"Wolfie..."
