Feng Xuxu had no time to ask the butler what was going on and dashed out, only to see no one in the courtyard. She turned to the butler who had followed her: "Where are they?"
"In, in the back courtyard's, guest room." The butler, gasping for breath, spoke haltingly. As Feng Xuxu hurried to the back courtyard, the butler felt as though a row of crows was flying across his forehead. What on earth was happening? He sighed, resigned to his fate, and followed the princess's swift footsteps.
As soon as she reached the courtyard, she saw several people desperately holding back Beitang Xuan, while Jueqing, with disheveled clothes, sat on the ground with a vacant look in his eyes, and from inside the room, intermittent sobs could be heard.
Even the naive Feng Xuxu could guess what had happened, while Dugu Chen following behind raised an eyebrow, sending a profound glance at the person on the ground.