“Are you cold?” The wind howled past them, but Long Chen blocked it with his back. He was sitting backwards on Xiaolang to shield Ling Xi from the cold wind. She was huddled inside his embrace, her face pale. She was indeed cold.0

“Emm …” Ling Xi nodded listlessly, staring at Long Chen tearfully.0

“Xiaolang, is there a way to raise your body temperature?” Long Chen shouted at Xiaolang.0

He soon felt Xiaolang’s body temperature rise. Ling Xi felt much better, but the cold wind was still biting into her body. All Long Chen could do was use his body to block as much of the wind as he could.0

It had been half a day since they started fleeing, so the imperial palace must have learned of the Ninth Prince’s death. He was certain that there would soon be people chasing after them. Long Chen dared not slow down and asked Xiaolang to continue running!0

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