Wen Su glanced at the person in his arms and said coldly, "No need, I will handle this."
The two were accustomed to following his orders, and did not dare to argue, responding in a low voice.
On the other end, Zhui Ying looked solemnly at the scene before him, he was certain that he had fallen into a maze.
He had been careless, believing that no matter what danger arose, he would be able to protect the Noble Consort in time.
He had not expected that there was a formation set up here. As soon as Mingshu passed through the corridor, she disappeared. He was startled and subconsciously chased after her, but it was already too late. Zhui Ying had roamed around the courtyard for a long time without seeing a trace of Mingshu and had also gotten trapped himself.
So much time had passed, the Noble Consort must have met with trouble!
