Across the northern lands, Ning Chen pursued her for a thousand li. Yet after Underworld Son had blocked him, the Ghost Maiden's figure had vanished far into the distance, impossible to find again.
No trace could be seen across the vast wilderness. Ning Chen searched for most of the night, but in the end could only give up and return for the time being.
At Haowu Prince's Estate, Ning Chen arrived and looked at Xia Ziyi, who still had not awakened on the bed. He let out a soft sigh, a trace of exhaustion flashing between his brows.
"Imperial Brother will definitely wake up," Xia Xinyu said slowly from the side.
"Mm."
Ning Chen nodded in reply. He then walked over to Consort Luo, who stood some distance away, and said calmly, "I have not yet had the chance to thank you for your kindness, Miss Consort Luo. May I ask where you are from?"
Qing Ling had already told him of her concerns. There were not many Xiantian experts in the world, and the sudden appearance of such a woman was indeed unusual.
Consort Luo smiled faintly. "I am merely a common village woman. Could it be that Lord Martial Marquis suspects something?"
"You overstate it, Miss. I was merely asking in passing. Since you are unwilling to say, then let us pretend I never asked."
An apologetic look appeared on Ning Chen's face. He then glanced at Xia Xinyu by the bed and instructed, "Princess, I still have matters to attend to, so I will leave first. If you need anything, send someone to the marquisate to inform me at any time."
"Mm, I will not see you off," Xia Xinyu replied softly.
Ning Chen nodded, then turned and left.
Watching the Plain-clothed Figure depart, an inscrutable smile