Prince Rui's mansion was especially unusual tonight.
The servants coming and going in the courtyard all had solemn expressions, as if the dynasty was on the verge of collapse. Even the wind at night seemed to be especially cold, making people shiver.
Tie Yi walked up to the young man and said in a low voice, "Master, we can't find him."
Xie Jingxing glanced at him. The calmer his expression was, the fiercer the storm brewing in his eyes, as if it was about to engulf Tie Yi in the next moment.
Tie Yi shuddered. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Gao Yang walk out. Gao Yang still smelled of alcohol. It was obvious that he had been called over from the banquet. Fortunately, he was still sober. He walked straight over and said, "Princess Consort is fine. The stab is not fatal. She's already been bandaged. She probably fainted from shock. She's taken some calming medicine and will wake up tomorrow morning."
