The midnight hour had passed, Capital City.
Constable Xiao Wang and the others had shallow cultivation and were already suffering severe hypothermia. After the convoy entered the Inner City, they were sent to the Imperial Pharmacy Directorate for treatment, with Yang Dabiao, Liu Qingzhi, and the others accompanying them.
Xie Jinhuan should have been sent to the Imperial Pharmacy Directorate to recuperate too, but with the Witch Cult's big-breasted kitty in his arms, he really did not dare seek help on government grounds. Thus, after reaching the vicinity of Zheng'an Street, he returned to the Prince's Manor on the pretext of reporting back to the Commandery Princess.
Commandery Princess Changning threw parties every day in Danyang and simply could not sit still. After seeing Xie Jinhuan leave at noon, she found staying home boring, so that afternoon she took her attendants to her older female cousin's house for another party.
As for the heir, Zhao De, he had disappeared after going with the Crown Prince to demand money. Apparently, several Military Soldiers had searched all the major entertainment venues without finding him. Who knew where the hell he had gone?
With neither the heir nor the Commandery Princess present, the enormous Prince's Manor felt rather empty.
Xie Jinhuan carried Wanyi back to his room and asked a maid to bring hot water and towels.
Now that they were somewhere safe, Linghu Qingmo's lingering fright at surviving the disaster gave way to the exhaustion of an emptied Qi Sea, and she carefully examined Lin Wanyi's condition.
Lin Wanyi lay on the bed, her cloak pulled back to reveal her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her gold-rimmed glasses rested beside the pillow.
Although she had used the trees for cover and avoided the ice spikes, Lin Wanyi had neither fire techniques nor Gang Qi