Cheng Wuyi was the first to come to her senses. She concentrated for a moment, took two steps forward, and spoke very politely.
"Isn't King Song infected with the cold and unable to get up? How could he be so leisurely and relaxed that he even went for a walk on Dahang?"
Seeing Xia Houfengli, Cheng Wuyi immediately understood why Huangfulian chose to take the trail instead of following the guards.
I originally thought that Xia Houfengli would be unable to move in bed because of the cold, so he would not be able to attend the prince's wedding, which would save him a lot of trouble. Unexpectedly, this person was like a lizard, with astonishing and terrifying recovery abilities.
It took less than half a day to not only stand up, but also run such a long distance![
She remembered that the posthouse was at least two miles away from here.
For normal people, there is no problem for two miles, but Xiahou Fengli is a person who has suffered from severe wind and cold. It is really not easy for him to drag his seriously ill body to walk such a long distance.
This man is difficult to deal with!
Cheng Wuyi frowned, turned to Huangfulian beside her and said, "Your Majesty, you take your wife back to the palace first, and leave this place to your mother."
"Thank you, Queen Mother." Huangfulian nodded and agreed with Cheng Wuyi's suggestion.
His martial arts were all taught by his mother, so Xia Houfengli would definitely not benefit from his mother.
However, the moment Huangfulian turned around with Jiang Nanyan in her arms, a figure quickly flashed over and stood in front of them.