Here is the English translation of the text:
The sound of hooves thundered like crashing waves, as the tall woman almost stormed her way into the military camp.
She waved her hand to dismiss nearly everyone, leaving only Min Ning to follow closely behind her.
Along the way, she felt that grasping and kneading sensation repeatedly, along with a subtle twisting and sudden pull.
Qin Qingluo's expression was dark; even if she were to turn into ashes, she'd still recognize that feeling.
As they approached the tent, the tall figure abruptly staggered, nearly falling to the ground. Her calves trembled, and Qin Qingluo clenched her teeth hard, fury burning in her serpent-like pupils.
She felt as if the foot inside her shoe was lightly scratched and slowly grazed by someone.
"Prince, are you… feeling unwell?" Min Ning asked with concern when she saw what had happened.
