Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

Xuanyuan Qingtian's body trembled. He was as calm as water and as cold as ice. He lowered his head in thought, as if he finally understood the guard's report.

He suddenly made an expression that shouldn't appear on him, a move that was not calm but rather surprised. He suddenly looked up at the guard, and then stood up abruptly.

He took a few strides to come in front of the guard, stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar and pulled the not-so-small guard in front of his eyes!

"What did you say?" Xuanyuan Qingtian asked again in doubt, as if he didn't understand just now.

"Reporting to the prince, it is the princess who passed out in the prison and didn't wake up for a long time!"

Under Xuanyuan Qingtian's aggressive gaze, the guard couldn't help speeding up his voice to answer, because Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression was like, if you don't answer quickly, he will break your neck, his eyes are so fierce!

"When did it happen? Only now to report? Damn it."

Xuanyuan Qingtian pushed the guard away with an irritable and anxious expression, and walked out quickly.

All of this happened very suddenly, especially Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression was even more confusing and shocking. Standing by the side, Butler Lin was stunned by fright, and he stared straight at Xuanyuan Qing sky.

He was stunned by Xuanyuan Qingtian's anxious and irritable expression, he had never seen such an expression on Xuanyuan Qingtian's face.

Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression is always presented in front of his eyes as calmness, indifference, coldness, and sometimes violent anger, but he is never anxious or irritable. He was really worried, although his irritability belied the less obvious concern.

But his hurried body, that irritable look, isn't he worried about what the princess is?

Seeing Xuanyuan Qingtian's hurried body disappear when the door opened, Lin Butler finally woke up, and he couldn't help trotting behind to follow.

As soon as Xuanyuan Qingtian entered the prison, he immediately saw Duanmu Minya lying on the ground unconscious.

Duanmu Minya's face was extremely pale and terrifying, especially the dry blood on her face, which was even more shocking!

Like a lifeless rag doll, Duanmu Minya was lying on the haystack, her eyes closed tightly, her long and curled eyelashes hanging down her cheeks like butterfly wings, and her black, bright and thick eyelashes made her face even more complex. Pale!

Xuanyuan Qingtian's anger suddenly increased, he turned his head and stared at the jailer fiercely, and asked coldly.

"How did the princess get hurt on her forehead? What did you do?"