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The hall instantly fell silent.

On the other side, when Feng Jingyi heard the sound, he immediately saw the figure of the Princess Mingzhao lying in the middle of the hall.

Bai Zheng also quickly chased after him, and came to the side of Princess Mingzhao together with him.

"Little Seven!"

"Princess!"

Princess Mingzhao's white and tender face was covered in tears. Seeing Feng Jingyi coming over, he reached out his small hand in grievance and sobbed, "Fifth brother, Fifth brother, it's painful!"

Bai Zheng squatted on the side and carefully checked the Princess Mingzhao's hands and feet.

Fortunately, the cushions laid in the hall were thick and soft, so Princess Mingzhao was not injured from the fall.

Bai Zheng heaved a sigh of relief.

Who asked the girl in front of him to be so noble, if it was the two younger brothers of the family who fell, Bai Zheng's eyelids would not even twitch.