In the midst of the snowstorm, Jie Chen strode towards Xiang Ying.
His every step was extremely heavy, his figure swaying slightly, as if struggling to keep from collapsing.
The guards who had surrounded Xiang Ying, as if seeing a flood or ferocious beast, retreated warily one after another.
Only Xiang Ying quickly walked over.
"Who let you out!" Xiang Ying's brows knotted, reaching out to support him.
Jie Chen was truly stubborn; she had even locked the door, yet he still couldn't help breaking the window to leap out?
Jie Chen looked at her, the wind and snow ruffling the black hair at his temples, hiding the normally sharp and proud expression now filled with tenderness.
"I heard noises; it was impossible not to care." He said while coughing, pulling Xiang Ying behind him.
How could the Sixth Prince miss such an excellent opportunity.
