"Guards, there's an assassin!" The Sixth Prince regained his senses.
How dare someone kidnap a person from the Imperial Hospital, what are the Imperial Guards doing!
"That's not an assassin, that big fool is from the Feng Residence." The Heir Qinghai could see it clearly—the one who had just taken Ye Lingyue away was none other than a guard who came with Prince Feng to the Drunk Immortal Inn's opening earlier on.
That big fool, although a bit simple-minded, undoubtedly possessed top-notch strength. Even if the Imperial Guards were called, they wouldn't be able to catch up to him.
"The Feng Residence, are you talking about that person from Beiqing? When did Ling Yue get to know someone from the Feng Residence?"
