Rongchuan stared at Shen Xing for quite some time before pinching himself. It wasn't a dream. As he hurried forward, he stumbled, and Shen Xing helped him up. Rongchuan's emotions were a turbulent mix. "M-Ming Teng, where is he?"
Shen Xing shivered all over, his face covered in marks from frostbite. "The Princely Heir is safe. We detected trouble long ago. When the locals began acting suspiciously, we followed the pre-arranged plan to break through. The heavy snow blocked the roads, so I had to take a detour to get here."
That's why it had taken so many days. He feared that news of the Princely Heir being in danger would reach the capital. Along the way, he pushed forward relentlessly, even when his horse died. Last night, he heard the sound of avalanches, and he dared not rest, traveling tirelessly with his team.
Rongchuan's heart finally felt some relief. "You've been through a lot, a great deal."
