The steward didn't say anything, but there weren't many families that could send a Level 7 Spiritual King.
Feng Wu said, "Let's not talk about that. We should go."
Seeing how pale Feng Wu was and how unsteady she was on her feet, the steward was very worried.
"Didn't you say that Bao Er is in serious condition?" Feng Wu smiled wryly. "But you'll have to get me a carriage. I don't think I can make it to the crown prince's residence on foot."
Feng wanted to ask Feng Wu if she could handle it.
But seeing the girl's persistence and thinking about Bao Er's condition, the steward nodded and ordered his men to get a carriage ready.
As for himself, he didn't dare leave Feng Wu's side.
The steward remembered clearly that the crown prince had said that he would protect Feng Wu, but now she had almost been assassinated. His Royal Highness would be furious.
He wondered which family was so bold. Weren't they afraid of death?
