Feng Yexuan had passed out.
When Leng Ji and Fu Long helped him down from the basket, Feng Yexuan's face looked as if he were dead.
Ghostly pale and frightening.
Only then did Chu Qianli realize that he had been forcing himself to hold on all along. In fact, by the time he got into the basket, he was almost at his limit.
But still, he held on until the last second, making sure everything was explained clearly and ensuring their safety before he allowed himself to close his eyes.
So formidable it was terrifying!
"Miss Li, how is our Prince? Will he... will he recover?"
Back at the military camp, Leng Ji had been waiting outside the tent, and as soon as Chu Qianli emerged, he immediately approached her.
Fu Long was also nearby. Tonight, nobody dared to rest; everyone was waiting.
Prince Yexuan had been seriously injured.
It was the first time Fu Long had seen Prince Yexuan so weak.