Feng Yexuan did not respond to Chu Qianli's words.
Chu Qianli would not foolishly hope for his pity.
Since she's merely a pawn, it's impossible for anyone to care.
Placed at the forefront of the storm, many hold knives, aiming at her neck to take her head.
Her survival depends solely on her efforts.
Through fire and water, hasn't she always made it through?
What is there to fear?
Her heart turns cold simply because the one pushing her into the inferno this time is the man who once swore to protect her life with his own.
Men's promises, deceiving ghosts!
Walking around the city gate is equivalent to thoroughly exposing Miss Chu to everyone.
The procession just left from the city gate and headed towards the Moat.
The Imperial City's Moat is divided into two sections: one internal, leading directly to the Imperial Palace,
the other external, leading out of the city, serving as the city dwellers' most vital river, without equal.
