Rong San, without a word, chopped down with his palm on his neck, carrying the unconscious man out of the house.
As everyone ran out of the room, the entire house caught fire as well.
They carried Yun Shangyuan out, sent the others away, and stood in midair, somberly watching the residence burn down slowly.
The fire was too mysterious, and they vaguely felt it was related to the Princess Consort.
"The Princess Consort's body is gone, how are we going to explain this to the Prince?" Niao Niao choked up.
Her words made the atmosphere even more silent.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes, we still don't know when the Prince will wake up," Rong San replied.
Rong Da glanced at Niao Niao, who was biting her lip and shedding tears, and reached out to embrace her.
As soon as she plunged into his arms, Niao Niao couldn't hold back anymore and started sobbing loudly.
Her cry was so loud, it seemed she was crying for the men as well.
