Xia Xiaonuan nestled in Nangong Yaoling’s arms, gliding gently with his body, twirling in dance.
As soon as they stepped onto the dance floor, they imdiately attracted everyone’s attention; many people stopped to focus entirely on appreciating their dance.
The two of them, equally noble and dazzling, equally extraordinary in temperant, were truly dazzling.
Xia Xiaonuan felt the amazed gazes of others and suddenly felt that being able to dance with him was truly a happiness.
So satisfying.
Xia Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Yaoling in front of her.
"So many people are watching us."
"Because you’re too beautiful..."
"..."
"But... why do I feel that more people are watching you?" Xia Xiaonuan said honestly.
Nangong Yaoling: "..."
"Alright, you’ve discovered it, but it’s not my fault for being this handso," Nangong Yaoling said with a face of helplessness.
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
This guy...
She couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile, suddenly, the curved smile stiffened slightly.
Her face instantly turned pale.
Nangong Yaoling sensed sothing, and couldn’t help but look at her. Seeing her change, he raised an eyebrow.
He imdiately stopped, nervously gripping her hand and asked, "Xiaonuan, what’s wrong?"
Xia Xiaonuan reached out her hand and placed it on her abdon.
"I... my stomach hurts..." Xia Xiaonuan widened her eyes and looked at Nangong Yaoling.
Nangong Yaoling’s gaze darkened.
"Does it hurt a lot? What’s going on?"
"I don’t know either..." Xia Xiaonuan shook her head: "It hurt once before... but this ti, it’s really... very painful..."
And it’s not like previous tis, when it would just stop after a gentle pause.
This ti, it’s a continuous, intense pain.
Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth, bent down, and lifted her in a princess carry. He quickly rushed outside.
"Make way! Quickly make way!"
Everyone had no idea what was happening, but seeing Prince Nangong’s anxious expression, they quickly stepped aside, making a path.
anwhile, Qi Yue and Tang Yan, who were dancing nearby, couldn’t help but stop.
"What’s going on over there?" Qi Yue asked puzzledly.
"I don’t know. Has sothing happened?" Tang Yan released her and walked towards them.
"Nangong Yaoling left with his wife... It seems Xia Xiaonuan is feeling unwell..." the onlookers nearby explained.
Qi Yue’s face changed, "Has sothing happened to Xiaonuan?" she said, and imdiately ran outside.
"Wait a mont, I’ll take you," Tang Yan said, and promptly chased after her.
At this mont, standing in the crowd, both Liang Shaochen and Nangong Zhongli froze.
Nangong Zhongli looked emotionlessly at the departing figures, a trace of an imperceptible cold smile flashed in his eyes.
Liang Shaochen stood there dumbfounded, staring in the direction of the crowd, not moving an inch.
Nangong Zhongli looked at his frozen handso face, his gaze involuntarily dropped.
He clenched his fists, the veins on his knuckles visible.
"Shaochen, Xiaonuan might be unwell, let’s go check on her together," Nangong Zhongli suggested.
Liang Shaochen looked at her and spoke indifferently.
"She has the Young Master by her side; even if sothing happens, there’s the Crown Prince. Let’s not add to the chaos."
Nangong Zhongli felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart for a mont.
In fact, he would rather Liang Shaochen, upon hearing Xiaonuan was in trouble, instinctively rush out like he did at the engagent scene last ti. Although it would hurt him, it would at least prove that he was sincere.
But now...
Though inwardly worried to death, he probably wished he could replace Nangong Yaoling and take care of her imdiately.
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