"Don't come any closer. If you don't want him to die, just stop where you are." Xing Yu tightly clutched Gu Dao, who was dizzy from the assault but ultimately did not faint.
"Let him go." Zong Yunqian's expression turned cold, but he did not move, instead he simply watched the woman before him.
"Princely Heir, you should leave quickly, don't worry about me." Once Gu Dao came to, he urgently shouted when he saw his own Princely Heir standing before him.
Zheng Nianru heard this, glanced at Gu Dao, and then looked toward the man before her.
Zong Yunqian looked at Zheng Nianru. The familiarity in his eyes had come back, realizing that he had seen this lady from a prominent family earlier on the painted boat.
Zheng Nianru slowly recalled, considering the identity of the man before her.