Jiang Nanyan lowered her eyes, unable to tell whether what was suppressed in her chest was more worry or other emotions.
She remembered what she said to Xia Houfeng when she was on the shore, raised her eyes again, and took a look around her surroundings.
If this trip goes well, she will really leave Songguo and follow Huangfulian to the capital.
Even at this time, Jiang Nanyan still felt a little uncertain about the future.
Huangfulian is very good, Jiang Nanyan knows it.[
She also believed that with a king like Huangfulian, his country would be in good shape.
But...can she really completely forget Xia Houfengli and follow Huangfulian from now on?
Can she really forget Xia Hou Fengli, who once gave birth to a child with her?
After all, they had a child, although the child had not had time to be born...
Thinking of the lost child, Jiang Nanyan's heart twitched again, as if she had been severely whipped.
She frowned, sat up, and looked at Huangfulian, who was pale and bloodless, and suddenly felt uncertain in her heart.
Just when Jiang Nanyan was hesitant, the comatose Huangfulian's body suddenly twitched, and her cold hands stretched out and waved in the air, as if she was eager to grab something.
In his mouth, he kept mumbling vague words that were difficult to hear.