Noble Consort Wen waved her hand, and a shadow immediately darted toward Ho Sheng.
"Stop——" Zheng Haoyuan rushed out like an arrow, threw himself in front of Ho Sheng, and spread his arms to block the guard.
Noble Consort Wen's face changed drastically, instinctively trying to intervene. Fortunately, the guard was agile and quick. As soon as Zheng Haoyuan lunged forward, he had already withdrawn his hand.
"Your Highness——" the guard respectfully bowed and then retreated behind Noble Consort Wen, his appearance so ordinary that he didn't stand out in the crowd.
"Mother Consort, why do you want to kill Ho Sheng?" Zheng Haoyuan looked up at Noble Consort Wen, his voice filled with grievance and anger.
Ho Sheng was the only person left beside him who treated him well.
Noble Consort Wen's outstretched hand, initially panicky, gradually lowered and returned to her usual cold and noble demeanor.
