Outside Nanjing City, Leng Junhan, dressed in white clothes stained with blood (both his own and others'), was fortunately not seriously injured. He無奈地低頭看了看身上的傷口，回頭再看向身後，一直追在他身後的大內侍衛還冇有追上來這才微微鬆了口氣，靠在山坡上準備歇息片刻。,The guard’s lips twitched; did she really think that the position of Empress was non-negotiable Now even if she wanted to be empress, it wouldn’t happen.,Sirine was still staring blankly at Leng Junhan, and the leader of the palace guards sneered, "Miss Qian, do you really think that Young Master Leng likes you He is just playing with you under Duke Ding's orders."。