Xuanyuan Qingtian's body trembled. He had been as calm as water and as cold as ice. He lowered his head and meditated, as if he finally understood the guard's report.
He suddenly made an expression that should not appear on him, a move that was not calm but rather surprising. He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at the guard, and then stood up suddenly.
He took a few big steps and came to the guard. He stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar and pulled the tall guard right in front of him!
"What did you say?" Xuanyuan Qingtian asked again as if he was unsure, as if he didn't understand just now.
"I reported to the prince that the princess passed out in the prison and didn't wake up for a while!"
Under Xuanyuan Qingtian's aggressive gaze, the guard couldn't help but answer faster, because Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression was as if he would break your neck if you didn't answer quickly, his eyes were so fierce and fierce!
"When did it happen? Are you reporting now? Damn it."
Xuanyuan Qingtian pushed the guard away anxiously and walked out quickly.
All of this happened very suddenly, especially Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression, which made people confused and shocked. Butler Lin who was standing aside was so frightened that he stared at Xuanyuan Qingtian with straight eyes.
sky.
He was stunned by Xuanyuan Qingtian's anxious and irritable expression. He had never seen such an expression on Xuanyuan Qingtian's face.
Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression always appeared in front of him: calm, cold, cold, and sometimes angry, but he was never anxious or irritated. No, there was still worry. Yes, he did not miss Xuanyuan Qingtian's face.
He was indeed worried, although his irritability concealed the subtle worry.
But his hurried body and irritable look were not worried about the princess?
Seeing Xuanyuan Qingtian's hurried body disappear when the door opened, Butler Lin finally came to his senses, and he couldn't help but trotted after him.
As soon as Xuanyuan Qingtian entered the prison, he immediately saw Duanmu Minya lying on the ground unconscious.
Duanmu Minya's face was extremely pale and terrifying, especially the dried blood on her face, which was even more shocking!
Duanmu Minya was like a lifeless rag doll, lying on the haystack with her eyes closed tightly. Her long and curled eyelashes hung on her cheeks like butterfly wings. Her dark, bright and thick eyelashes made her face even more expressionless.
So pale!
Xuanyuan Qingtian's anger suddenly increased, he turned around and stared at the jailer fiercely, and asked coldly.
"How did the princess' forehead get injured? What on earth did you do?"