"The ice is collapsing!" At that moment, someone shouted, and the dancing girls screamed and fled toward the shore.
The lake was vast, and the Palace guards and eunuchs were far away, unable to arrive in time to rescue anyone. Those who were closest were the people in Wanyan Jingchen's pavilion, but those young masters were too noble and delicate to dare to enter the icy waters in the middle of this cold winter.
Wanyan Jingchen glanced around, and seeing no one else moving, ripped off his heavy cloak, wrapped it around his hand, sprang up, and flew toward the center of the lake.
"Chen'er, no!"
Queen Namu Khan screamed heartrendingly, standing up frantically and running toward the center of the lake. Xiang Yun, fearing she would fall, quickly got up as well, and ran alongside her.
