C551 Hostage Exchange

Xuanniang's lips curled into a cold smile as she glanced back at the tightly closed door behind her. "Chu Rann, oh Chu Rann," she thought, "you never imagined it would be your own sleep-talking that betrayed you."

Her lips twitched slightly as she looked at her hands, a hint of amusement in her eyes, before turning to leave.

Back at the prince's palace, Nangong Han lay unconscious on the bed