"Miss Qian Shang, the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Forest Army is here." Huang Ying's shallow voice suddenly sounded behind Qian Shang. Baihua was already suffering, but she didn't understand why the lady always faced the desolation of this place.
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"Oh" Qian Shang's eyes were a little dazed.
After wandering for a long time, he suddenly seemed to have come to his senses and asked again: "Is it Hurd?"
"Yes, Lord Hurd," Huang Ying repeated, and asked, "Does Miss let him in?"
Qian Shang nodded.
Immediately afterwards, she heard footsteps. Throughout the whole time, she leaned against the withered flowers and did not move. She just turned her eyes and glanced at Hurd helplessly.
"Qian Shang..." Hurd called out before he was stunned. The woman in front of him seemed to be the same as she had just come out of the cold palace, melancholy and nervous.
Qian Shang looked at him without saying a word or expression. She was neither sad nor surprised.
Hurd's eyes stung, and he suddenly felt that by helping Hongyi, even if he did not hurt her life, he still hurt her severely.
Hurd took a deep breath to prevent himself from showing sadness and pity. After making sure that his sadness was suppressed, he gently walked to Qian Shang, sat down on the spot, and said as if he was at home:
"That night, you and the emperor had some unpleasant troubles. I was worried about you, so I came to see you."
Qian Shang nodded, finally showing some expression.
"Qianshang, how are you these days?" Hurd looked at the woman closely. Her eyes were very erratic. She seemed to be staring at the clusters of dried flowers in front of her, but she didn't seem to be looking at them.
"I'm used to it." Qian Chang looked at Hurd with a forced smile.
"I..." Hurd opened his mouth, but found that he was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.
