The moment Ye Qianning was taken, the escort party, shaken from their shock, scattered frantically to search for her.
Qian Fu, Zhan Yi, Qian Fanji, and Gu Shuo—all of them were suffering a double blow, their hearts burning with anguish.
Old Man Gu, who had already been forcing himself to stay upright, finally succumbed when he heard that the child's body would be used to make incense. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious.
"Ye Qianning—!"
Sang Zhi shrieked from within the crowd.
He was like a man possessed. The Hidden Guards following close behind immediately restrained him.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Sang Zhi struggled. "Why didn't you do anything? Why didn't you save her...?"
"The Emperor only ordered us to bring the Eighth Prince to watch Miss Xiang leave the city," a Hidden Guard said coldly.
"Aaargh... Let go..."
"Eighth Prince, it is time to return to the palace." The Hidden Guard ignored his struggles, lifted him up, and flew out of the crowd.
