They had long left Beilan City, and if Prince Zhenbei truly ordered a full-speed journey to the capital, his poor constitution surely couldn't keep up with the pace.
Jian Lecheng felt cold sweat starting to appear on the soles of his feet, fearing that his lagging behind would prevent Prince Zhenbei from marrying the Commandery Princess to the Crown Prince, making him the chief culprit.
He certainly couldn't bear such responsibility!
But how could he now go to Prince Zhenbei and say that such a pace was feasible without contradicting himself?
Jian Lecheng abruptly raised his hand, wanting to slap himself hard, but in the end, he only lightly touched his cheek with it held high.
He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
Jian Lecheng sighed heavily, causing those nearby to frown deeply.
