For a moment, the high society of Country A was restless.
They visited Prince Jing Yi's residence even more frequently.
A week had passed in the blink of an eye.
The party that had gone to the island to search for people had not yet returned, and the ministers were even more convinced that Her Highness the Princess was beyond any hope of recovery.
Jing Zhen and Shen Qianhui paced back and forth, going from initial certainty to a growing sense of panic.
Even Chu Yanshen had been alerted.
He arrived directly by helicopter, and as soon as he landed, he asked Jing Zhen for help and insisted on going to Huyi Island for the rescue.
Chu Yanshen, who stood before them, looked thinner than before, perhaps because he had heard the news late. When he arrived, his eyes held a gloominess that hadn't been there before.
