"Your Highness, I know this is difficult to speak of. Please, take care of yourself." Andrei's expression was solemn. He stood and gave Natasha a deep bow, a gesture that seemed like a final farewell.
He then quickly drew his pistol, his eyes burning with fury and resolve, ready to chase after Feng Shan's retreating figure.
"Wait!" Natasha, startled by Andrei's actions, grew even more confused.
Still, she raised a hand to stop Andrei, her face a mask of confusion. She asked again, "Who hurt me? What are you talking about?"
"Andrei, don't be rash."
Natalia also hurried forward, placing a hand to stop the enraged Andrei. With a trace of calm on her face, she said, "Her Highness already has a marriage contract with Feng Shan. It's true that having relations before marriage is improper, but it hasn't reached the point where a mission of honor is required."
"Aunt Natalia, but..." Andrei's expression instantly became conflicted, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
