Jun Moling heard this and remained completely unfazed, his expression unchanged, only the corners of his mouth slightly curved into a faintly contemptuous arc. He said coldly, "Matters of this prince are not something the Emperor can meddle in! General Xiao, you had better go find Military Guard Ning quickly. If you delay, she might truly be in peril."
Xiao Chengyi was immediately choked, and all the words he wanted to say seemed blocked, leaving him momentarily unable to retort.
He looked at Jun Moling, who gently spoke to Shen Ruoxi, "I'll take you back."
Jun Moling's large hand remained around Shen Ruoxi's waist, their posture intimately natural, like a beautiful painting, stabbing Xiao Chengyi's eyes with the urge to kill.
Although Shen Ruoxi felt slightly uncomfortable inside, she was truly tired of Xiao Chengyi's entanglement. Having Jun Moling by her side was best, so she responded, "Alright, thank you, Prince."
Jun Moling smiled, "My honor."
