Staring at the empty carriage, Prince Huai's eyes were cold and his body was emitting an extremely cold aura.
As expected…something had happened…
If it was the Su Ji of the past, Prince Huai might be more at ease.
But now that the Consort Dowager was pregnant…
His lips were tightly pursed. He mounted his horse again and rode away following the clues.
Although her child was not his…no, in a sense, her child was his!
Prince Huai, who had always been calm and composed, had a panicked expression on his face.
The horse was experienced in the battlefield and its hooves were about to produce sparks.
His sword rose and fell along with the horse. The cold weapon that had been nurtured by millions of dead souls now glowed with a cold light under the scorching sun.
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There were no longer clear carriage tracks on the road behind them. Instead, there were a few messy horse hoof prints.
