Noble Consort Wen, disregarding her image, rushed to the entrance of the cave and, seeing a crowd on the ground with a deathly pale complexion, staggered and nearly fell.
"Your Highness, the Second Prince—," the guards immediately knelt on the ground. Noble Consort Wen frantically pushed the guards aside and threw herself onto Zheng Muyuan's body.
"Fu Xin, Fu Xin, wake up," Noble Consort Wen cried helplessly, patting Zheng Muyuan's face and body until she slowly realized a fact and began to cry out hoarsely.
"What are you standing there for, why aren't you saving him, save him now," Noble Consort Wen suddenly turned her head, looking at the bustling crowd. With Fu Xin here, what else could they be busy with, what could be more important than Fu Xin?
How could Fu Xin be dead, how could Fu Xin suddenly be gone.
