Forced her into demonic possession: There will be no more gods in the world!

Chapter 123 is filled with anxiety about Tang Luo's whereabouts.

Yun Juan leaned leisurely against the window, her thoughts drifting away, the scene of her impending marriage into the royal palace appearing in her mind.

Although she won't stay there for long, at least for now she can briefly experience the power and status of the Regent's wife.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Hmph, I can't just marry into this family for nothing and not enjoy any rights at all!" Yun Juan muttered to herself, a sly glint in her eyes.

After all, how could a shrewd and decisive woman like her, who would never easily suffer a loss, possibly let go of such a great opportunity?

Even in their daily lives, they never hesitate to take advantage of any opportunity, and they will always try to reap as many benefits as possible!

Just then, Murong Qian returned to the Regent's Palace from Yun Juan's courtyard, and he hurried back to his study.

As he approached the study door, he saw Wenxiang pacing anxiously back and forth in front of it.

Wenxiang also keenly caught the approaching footsteps of her lord, and was torn: should she go up to him and ask what was going on? To be honest, she was afraid of this cold and aloof lord from the bottom of her heart.

Throughout the entire Prince's mansion, the only person who could stir even the slightest ripple in the emotions of this usually calm and composed prince was probably the beloved princess.

Under the shadow of his powerful aura, others often dared not even breathe loudly.

However, out of deep concern for the princess's safety, Wenxiang finally mustered her courage, suppressed her inner fear, and knelt down in front of Murong Qian with a thud.

"What is it?" Murong Qian was always seen by those around him as a stern and unsmiling person who would never say an extra word.

So when others talk to him, they are frozen in place by his short, incredibly cold sentence and dare not say another word.

"Your Highness! Princess... how is the Princess? This servant... this servant is so worried about the Princess!" Wen Xiang cried out in fear and anxiety, then knelt heavily on the ground with a "thump," and then slammed her head hard on the hard, cold ground, making a crisp and loud impact sound.

Just as Wen Xiang mentioned Tang Luo in a trembling voice, Murong Qian, who had been silent and solemn, slowly raised his eyelids and looked up and down at the person kneeling and kowtowing in front of him with a cold and slightly scrutinizing gaze.

After a moment, he seemed to finally remember that this person was Wenxiang, the personal maid who served his beloved daughter Tangluo.

"There's no news yet." Murong Qian frowned slightly, gently rubbing her brow with her right hand. Her already cold face now showed an even more undisguised weariness.

Who would have thought that Murong Qian, who was always aloof and ruthless, would be so patient in answering a question posed by a lowly servant?

Perhaps it was because this matter concerned his most beloved daughter that he couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion in his heart at that moment, even when facing a lowly maid.

Upon hearing Murong Qian's reply, Wenxiang stared in astonishment, looking up at the incomparably noble prince before her in disbelief.

You know, if it were in the past, a servant who dared to ask about the princess's condition would probably have been dragged out and beaten to death without mercy.

This is precisely why I was initially filled with fear and hesitation, and never dared to step forward and ask questions.

When Wenxiang heard what her lord said, she was somewhat surprised, but when she remembered what the lord had said, "There is no news yet," her already furrowed brows tightened even more, and a wave of worry washed over her once more.

“How could this be? So much time has passed, yet there is still no news! My princess… where are you? It’s all my fault! If I had kept a close watch on you and hadn’t let my guard down for even a moment, this disaster would not have happened! It’s all my fault…” On the way back, Wenxiang kept blaming herself, her regret evident in her words.

As she let her tears stream down her face, she murmured to herself, her words muttering softly.

The faint, suppressed sobs were exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Just then, the palace steward, who was on night patrol, passed by.

This butler was a veteran who had honorably retired after experiencing life and death on the battlefield. His hearing was exceptionally sharp, and he could easily detect even the slightest sound from a distance.

He shouted loudly, "Who are you! How dare you hide here! Show yourself at once!"

Suddenly, a slight noise reached Wenxiang's ears.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked into the distance.

In the distance, tiny, extremely faint lights flickered.

With years of experience and familiarity with the situation in the mansion, Wenxiang immediately understood—it must be Butler Lin making his routine night patrol.

So Wenxiang quickly called out, "Uncle Lin, it's me! I'm Wenxiang from the Princess's side!"

Because she had been sobbing uncontrollably from her grief, Wenxiang's voice sounded slightly hoarse.

Just as she finished speaking, Uncle Lin arrived in front of her in a hurry, carrying a bright lantern.

"Oh my, you little rascal... are you missing our princess again?" Uncle Lin's gaze was fixed on Wenxiang. With just one glance, he could easily see why the little girl in front of him was crying so pitifully.

Upon hearing Uncle Lin's question, Wenxiang's tears, which she had just stopped, began to flow again like a burst dam, rolling down her cheeks.

Sobbing, she blamed herself, "It's all my fault... The princess still hasn't been found! What should I do!"

It's worth noting that Wenxiang has been by Princess Tangluo's side for a very long time. It's no exaggeration to say that she has witnessed Tangluo grow from an innocent little girl into the graceful young woman she is today.

Therefore, Wenxiang was naturally more worried about the princess's safety than anyone else.

"Silly child, don't cry! The prince has already sent people everywhere to search for the princess! Besides, our princess is a clever and quick-witted girl, she's sure she won't encounter any danger!" Although the steward Uncle Lin comforted Wenxiang like this, in reality, he was also worried about the princess's situation.

However, at this moment, as an elder, he had to first calm Wenxiang down.