Shen Qingyue was unaware of Qin Zhen's inner turmoil, and even if she knew, she did not care. After all, she had completely forgotten about Qin Zhen's existence. She stared at the people approaching her, her face cold, ready to fight at any moment. But before those people could reach her, Zhang Jianci unexpectedly stormed in with a dozen bodyguards, standing in front of her.
At the same time, she felt the scorching chest of the person pressed against her back—a familiar sensation.
In an instant, Shen Qingyue's heart settled. Although she wasn't afraid of these people, the feeling of security he brought was unmatched. She knew that as long as he was there, she had nothing to fear; he would shield her from any storm.
Zhang Jianci had already engaged in a fight with the opposing party, throwing the succession ceremony into complete chaos.
Leaning against Chi Ming, Shen Qingyue twisted in his arms, wanting to turn and look at him.
