Xing Yuan agreed with Ning Zhen'er's words and said in a low voice, "Then we need to quicken our pace."
Ning Zhen'er nodded gently, her gaze revealing determination.
In the afternoon, as they were camping out in the wild, Xing Yuan's expression suddenly became solemn. He lowered his voice and said to Ning Zhen'er, "It seems someone has been following us."
"Ah!" On hearing this, Ning Zhen'er was full of shock, evidently having not noticed this situation at all.
However, Xing Yuan, relying on his years of experience of dancing on the edge of death, keenly sensed that these followers were not emitting any malice, nor could he sense any killing intent.
"It should be the Princess Consort who sent people to protect us." Ning Zhen'er said after thinking for a moment.
At the mention of Shen Ruoxi, Xing Yuan gritted his teeth in hatred, as she was the murderer of his father.
"How do you know it was Shen Ruoxi who sent people to protect you, and not to kill you?"
