"Your Highness! Your Highness! You will harm innocent civilians!"
Jing Ri chased after him, sweat beading on his forehead.
But the Prince moved so fast, how could he keep up?
He probably couldn't even hear his voice.
The Prince's mind and heart were entirely consumed by the Princess; how could he possibly listen to anyone else?
"Your Highness..."
Suddenly, the wind and rain ceased!
Jing Ri finally caught up to Feng Ye Xuan. Due to his rapid pace, he couldn't stop himself and nearly crashed into the Prince's back.
Unlike the Prince, who could halt his lightning-fast movement instantly, Jing Ri, having exerted all his strength and unleashed his most potent Qing Gong, was unable to stop on a dime.
To avoid colliding with Feng Ye Xuan, Jing Ri could only widen his eyes, sidestep, and dart past the Prince, lunging forward.
He was on the verge of crashing headfirst into the altar.
The Four Guards of Prince Xuan, usually as steady as a mountain, were perceived by outsiders as unflappable, even cold and arrogant.
With this near-collision, their aloof image was likely to be shattered.
But he couldn't control his body, which was hurtling forward at breakneck speed!
Jing Ri's heart sank into despair, his eyes welling up with tears.
However, just as he was about to hit the altar, a powerful, elastic force from behind him yanked him back.
The force was perfectly applied.
It prevented him from hitting the altar while also ensuring he didn't completely lose his balance.
With the aid of this internal energy, Jing Ri leaped and, narrowly avoiding disaster, landed behind Feng Ye Xuan.
Once steady, Jing Ri immediately prepared to confess his failure.
But as he looked up, he saw the Prince's tall, slender back standing calmly in the wind.
The surroundings were quiet, the only unrest within Jing Ri's heart.
He dared not look up, fearing he might see something he shouldn't.
But if he didn't look, how would he know the current situation?
Why was the Prince so calm?
Feng Ye Xuan was far from calm; the chilling aura emanating from him was impossible to conceal.
He was merely suppressing it with all his might.
Jing Ri finally raised his head.
Before him...
Lan Fan stood below the altar, meticulously counting something that appeared to be vessels for the upcoming prayer ceremony.
Chu Qian Li stood beside him, speaking to him about something.
Although both had somber expressions, suggesting their relationship was not ideal, they were at least able to interact calmly without any conflict.
Especially Lan Fan, who everyone could see harbored considerable resentment towards Chu Qian Li.
Yet, at this moment, he appeared calm, even patient, as he listened to Chu Qian Li explain everything before them.
Occasionally, he displayed curiosity and even admiration.
There was no undressing, no dancing, no humiliation.
Everything was peaceful.
Jing Ri was dumbfounded.
"Pr-Prince..."
"What do you want to say?" The Prince's voice was as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword, seemingly squeezed through his teeth.
Upon hearing this, Jing Ri's legs instantly turned to jelly.
He involuntarily knelt on the ground with a thud. "Your Highness, how would your subordinate dare to deceive you? Your subordinate... that guard indeed said Mr. Lan was going to..."
"Silence!" Feng Ye Xuan's chest continued to heave; the terror of moments ago had not entirely subsided.
Chu Qian Li, however, suddenly turned and smiled at him. "Your Highness looks like you were in a great hurry. Were you worried about me just now?"