"It's Fang Zhengzhi!"
"Why did he come together with her Highness?"
"Shouldn't he be at the Imperial Academy?"
The Dragon Protection Squad and the Royal Guards gazed at the figure who appeared in front of Ping Yang, with each soldier being slightly astonished and suspicious, but this was evidently not the time to be muddling over these thoughts.
As for Ping Yang … she crashed straight into Fang Zhengzhi's embrace.
"Let me go, let me go … Father is injured, I must save my father!" Ping Yang struggled with all her might, her delicate body wrestling and pounding against Fang Zhengzhi's chest.
Before she arrived, she did imagine the numerous possibilities that could occur when she reached the Throne Room, but she would have never imagined that she would be greeted by a pile of rubble.
