Servants of the Wen Residence caught sight of this scene from afar and were instantly thrown into a panic. Some dropped to their knees, others scrambled backward, not daring to draw a full breath.
Having carried her only a couple of steps, Shen Heting let out an impatient click of his tongue, his face as cold as frost.
She felt even lighter than when he had carried her in the woods.
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