"What a hopeless romantic!"
At the foot of the cliff.
Standing beside the thatched hut.
Holding a Thousand-Mile Horse and waiting for Han Dong, Jiang Feng looked up at the cliff, his view blocked by thick fog. Although he couldn't see Xiao Ran's figure, Xiao Ran's ghostly yells from above came through loud and clear.
He really admired this guy.
This fellow has been charging ahead for Han Dong all the way.
Not the least bit afraid to offend the Second Prince or the Seventh Prince.
Who knows if it's because he's relying on his status as the Heir of King Zhennan, or if he truly dares to risk his life for Han Dong.
"Xiao Ran didn't find Sister Dong up there. Looks like she's on her way down—I'll wait for her."
Jiang Feng muttered to himself.
He raised his head and looked up.
There was a faint, flickering firelight in the fog.
Along with the thunderous explosions from earlier, Jiang Feng realized Han Dong must have wrapped up her business and was now coming down.
