Feng Wu looked down and saw Qiuling jumping up and down in anxiety, calling out to her incessantly.
Flying high meant she could see far.
Feng Wu could even see a cavalcade galloping swiftly along the post road not far away!
However, when Feng Wu saw the familiar figures on horseback, her eyes widened in shock!
At the lead was Feng Yiran! The eldest young master of the Feng Family! Following closely behind was his biological sister, Feng Liu! And further behind were the guards of the Feng Family.
Feng Yiran and Feng Liu! Neither of these two was someone easy to deal with; one was sinister and hypocritical, while the other was willful and spoiled.
Feng Wu thought of her Beautiful Mother, who only knew how to cry, and her simple, naive, innocent little brother... A mouthful of blood immediately welled up in her chest!
She had been snatched away by the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle—what were her Beautiful Mother and little brother going to do?!
How would they cope with the sinister and cunning Feng Yiran and the willful, spoiled Feng Liu?!
Meanwhile, the people below watched in utter bewilderment as the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle carried the ordinary-looking girl further and further away...
Feng Xun was dumbfounded as well...
In his heart, he silently wept blood for that ordinary-looking little girl.
How unlucky could someone be?
Clearly, she was the first person to sound the alarm, and she was also the first person to turn and run, yet the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle had deliberately singled her out to bully. One could only say that this luck was truly...
If he were that little girl, he would probably have coughed up a mouthful of blood by now, right?
Watching Qiuling, who was so anxious she was almost fainting, Feng Xun patted her slender shoulder. "Alas, little girl, with your mistress's frail and helpless state, she's definitely a goner this time. Don't harbor any hopes of her coming back alive; just accept your grief and mourn. Oh, right, if you really have nowhere to go, considering we shared a table, how about this young master grants you a bite to eat?"
"Get lost!" Qiuling stamped her feet with anger. "My young miss is formidable! There is nothing in this world that can stump her! She will definitely be safe and sound!"
The surrounding young ladies were frightened out of their wits. They patted their chests, feeling lingering fear and counting their blessings that the one captured wasn't them.
Right at that moment, Jun Linyuan also wheeled around and charged toward the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle!
"Goodness! Look, it's the Crown Prince! He's chasing the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle!"
"I'm so envious of that ordinary little girl! If only I were the one snatched away by the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle! Then I'd get to be up close and personal with the Crown Prince!"
"Not only getting a clear look at the Crown Prince up close, but she's also going to be rescued by the Crown Prince! This is a hero saving a damsel in distress—she can just offer him her hand in marriage as repayment!!"
"That's right, why didn't the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle grab me? And that ordinary little girl is really something—why did she have to run right at the front?! Otherwise, the one getting grabbed would have been me!"
"That girl must have been doing it on purpose! She looks ordinary, but she's full of crafty schemes. She did it on purpose!"
Qiuling was trembling all over with anger!
These women... these women... just to catch a glimpse of the Crown Prince, were they willing to throw away their lives?! Was it really worth it?!
Feng Xun touched his nose. Being frequently by Jun Linyuan's side, he was already used to these women's death-defying notions—extremely used to it...
"Don't let it make you sick..." Feng Xun cast a sympathetic glance at Qiuling. "Alright, considering how unlucky your young miss is, this young master will make a trip into the Frozen Forest myself. If I can fish her out, I'll fish her out."
Before his voice had even faded, Feng Xun's figure had vanished from sight.
As for Feng Wu, who was currently hanging from the fangs of the Fire Cloud Giant Eagle, swaying in the wind like a piece of sun-dried cured meat—
Her inner turmoil was truly on the verge of a complete breakdown—