Early the next morning.
Lu Changfeng took Luo Qingge back to the Moon-Gathering Tower, where he inevitably suffered a round of complaints from its members and Yan Mingxiao's biting sarcasm. "I told you to bring her back to the Moon-Gathering Tower to recuperate. Is this what you call bringing her back?"
Not only had he whisked her away, he had kept her away for five or six days!
Worse still, there had not been a single word from either of them!
What exactly had they been doing? Had they not even had time to write a letter saying they were safe?
Lu Changfeng had no answer to that.
He could hardly say that a certain someone had made the first move.
He had been parched earth meeting long-awaited rain; a certain someone was the one who had tasted the marrow and developed a craving...
In the modern world, it would not have mattered who gained or lost out, but in ancient times, the woman still bore the greater risk. She was his girlfriend now, anyway, so he might as well shoulder the blame. Lu Changfeng took the scolding without talking back. Once he had soothed everyone here, he headed for the Princess's Residence. He still had to deal with his absence from work.
After all, he still held the duties of advisory staff officer and Pavilion Commander of the Inner Guard.
Yet just as he reached the gates, two figures flashed out of the shadows like phantoms and blocked his path.
They were Qing Dai and Jinghong.
Both dropped to one knee, their voices more urgent and pleading than he had ever heard.
"Sir!"
Qing Dai had no time to ask why he had been away. Her voice trembled. "Please, save Her Highness!"
The habitual calm on Jinghong's face had