Consort Yuan was dragged away, trapped in the net. Her face was filled with despair and pleading as she looked at him, hoping he could save her.
She knew full well that once Yuan Se captured her and took her back, the misery and terror that awaited her would be beyond anything she could bear.
All around was the chaotic wreckage left after the fierce battle. Standing amid the ruins, Lu Zhichang saw the look of desperate pleading in her eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
Or rather, Consort Yuan was no longer the most important thing at this point. Luo Qiu had not sent anyone specifically to protect her. If she still needed protection now, it could only mean the plan had failed, so Lu Zhichang alone was responsible for receiving her.
It could also be said that the fewer people who knew about Consort Yuan, the better.
There was no talk of any marital affection. Lu Zhichang had no feelings for Consort Yuan either, but the plea in her eyes at this moment stabbed faintly at his heart.
Even taking ten thousand steps back, they at least bore the name of husband and wife. As a man, watching his own wife be captured right before his eyes while he could do nothing—the feeling in his heart was easy to imagine.
But reality still had to be faced. On his own, there was no way he could rescue her from the enemy's thoroughly arranged forces.
Someone had laid a trap to capture Consort Yuan. What did that mean? Lu Zhichang shuddered in alarm. It meant Consort Yuan had long since been exposed!
Judging by this, the other side had dealt Consort Yuan a ruthless hand. It did not look like Consort Yuan had betrayed them.
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