Ever since it was reported that the cousin of the Duke of Zhenguo had been kidnapped, Hu Yiqin had not been able to go to Jiang Yingxue. It was not that she didn't want to go, but that she was being watched and couldn't go at all.

Hu Yiqin held Jiang Yingxue's hand, her voice choked with sobs. "Cousin Yingxue, we are sorry for you..."

Jiang Yingxue patted her hand comfortingly. "Why are you crying? I'm not doing well now. Don't worry. Your cousin is just a weakling who can't be ...