He silently calculated the speed of Ye Zifen and others' progress, and tapped rhythmically on the table with his right index finger, making crisp and slightly anxious sounds.

At the same time, his deep eyes were fixed on the window, and he tried his best to look into the distance through the exquisitely carved window lattice.

Although there were only flying snowflakes and a vast expanse of white in front of him, the prime minister's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the thick snow curtain and reach where Ye Zifen and his group were.

As time passed, the Prime Minister became more and more worried, and he even began to wonder if they were trapped on the way.

The vast expanse of white was like a thick snow blanket, mercilessly covering the road completely, and at the same time seemed to cover up the light of hope deep in people's hearts.

The wind howled, making a sharp and piercing whistle, like a ferocious beast roaring, as if telling the world about the endless difficulties and obstacles faced on this journey.

At this moment, the prime minister was alone in the study. His brows were furrowed, his face was solemn, and he was pacing back and forth in the room.

Sometimes he stopped, folded his hands on his chest and thought for a moment; sometimes he continued to walk, muttering to himself, obviously weighing and carefully calculating various possible situations in his mind.

"If Ye Zifen and the others are really trapped on the way..."

The prime minister muttered to himself, "Then the first thing to consider is the issue of food and fodder. I wonder if the food they carry is enough to last until the day they escape from the predicament? And those thin clothes, can they withstand such bitterly cold weather!"

Thinking of this, the prime minister couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As these thoughts came to his mind one after another, the prime minister felt increasingly heavy-hearted.

At this moment, Wang Chuanxing was in trouble, stuck on the road and unable to move forward.

Compared with Ye Zifen and others, they set out a little later, so at this moment, they had just stepped not far out of the capital.

Fortunately, since we were not far from the bustling area, it was not difficult to find an inn to stay in.

Wang Chuanxing was seen standing quietly in front of the window with his hands naturally behind his back.

The cold night wind blew in mercilessly, hitting his face fiercely.

However, he seemed unaware of this and allowed the slight chill to invade him.

His eyes, which should have been bright and lively, now revealed a hint of confusion, as if they had lost focus, staring blankly at the inky black night outside the window.

No one knows where his thoughts drift to, perhaps he is recalling the past, or perhaps he is filled with endless worries and confusion about the future.

The night wind gently danced with his hair, sometimes lifting it up, sometimes letting it down gently, but he was unaware of it, like a sculpture.

At this moment, Princess Anle walked into the room quietly, and what came into her eyes was this picture: a lonely and pensive man, standing silently in front of the window, letting the cold wind blow, his figure looked so lonely and desolate.

"Why are you standing there in the cold wind? Don't you feel cold?"

Princess Anle walked in with light steps, frowned slightly, and asked softly. Her soft and graceful voice was like a spring breeze, carrying a hint of concern.

Wang Chuanxing was looking out the window in deep thought. When he heard the familiar and gentle voice, he immediately came to his senses and turned to look at the door.

Princess Anle was seen walking towards her in gorgeous clothes, followed by a group of maids who were carefully helping her take off her heavy cloak.

His heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Without time to think, he rushed forward, quickly closed the window tightly, and pulled the curtains hard, as if this could completely block out the devil-like cold wind outside.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still worried.

Then he turned around quickly, his face full of deep worry, and his eyes fell directly on the princess.

"Is it cold?"

Princess Anle shook her head, "It's not cold. What are you thinking about?"

Wang Chuanxing said with a trembling voice: "I am really worried about Zifen and the others! Judging from their previous speed, they may have been blocked by the blizzard. And you also know that the weather in our northern region has always been extremely bad. This time the situation may be far more serious and worse than we can imagine."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and his originally relaxed brows were now tightly furrowed. A strong look of worry shrouded them like a haze, which lingered for a long time.

Hearing this, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared on the princess's beautiful face, and her eyes, as clear and moving as autumn water, frowned slightly.

She bit her pink lips gently, then asked in a gentle but anxious tone: "What should we do now? Is there no way to help them?"

A bitter smile appeared on Wang Chuanxing's lips and he shook his head slowly. His eyes revealed endless helplessness as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Your Highness, even if we want to help them right now, it's too far away for us to do so! We can only pray to God that they can find a place to hide from the storm and avoid this terrible weather for the time being."

The princess' beautiful eyes revealed a trace of anxiety that could not be concealed at this moment: "I really hope that they can be safe and sound, and not encounter any danger."

After saying that, she clenched her pink fists tightly, trembling slightly.

The guilt in my heart rose again.

Wang Chuanxing, who was standing nearby, comforted her in a deep voice, "Princess, please be at ease. Zifen and the others are all veterans with a lot of experience. Maybe they can turn danger into safety."

However, despite saying this, he was actually unsure in his heart and just didn't want to make the princess too worried.

The princess sighed softly, walked lightly to the window, and stared quietly at the heavy snow flying all over the sky outside.

The pure white snowflakes fluttered down, like a fairy tale world covered in silver.

But the princess had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery. She murmured to herself, "When will this heavy snow stop?"