"Commandery Princess, someone is coming," Fu Dong pointed at the two figures drawing closer, her voice tainted with fear. Zheng Nianru, upon hearing this, strained to turn her head and looked through the gaps in the reeds toward the lake, indeed seeing two black spots gradually approaching.
"Commandery Princess, we..." Xing Yu climbed up, exhausted yet aware of the danger now.
Zheng Nianru nodded slightly but didn't move; she didn't even want to twitch a finger. In the water, she had exhausted all her strength. Eventually, it had been Xing Yu who, carrying them both, swam half the distance before finding this patch of reeds.
Xing Yu gritted her teeth, prepared to carry her own Commandery Princess. She just got her onto her back when she staggered and fell, her limbs trembling from weakness.
Zheng Nianru waved her hand.