With a chilling crack, Xiao Yu's face turned pale, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a sound of pain.
Song Feiwan stood frozen, staring at him with tears blurring her vision, her heart aching to the core. How could he be so foolish?
Xiao Yan, reveling in his victory, released Song Feiwan's hair and said ominously, "Let's break another leg."
Xiao Yu drew a dagger, raising it high.
"No!" Song Feiwan screamed in despair. "Xiao Yu, don’t! You can’t! Ah!"
Was Xiao Yan going to force him to harm himself? No, she could not accept that under any circumstances!
She had never seen him like this. He was the invincible King Chen, yet he was enduring such humiliation for her sake! To him, she was nothing but an enemy!
With tear-filled eyes, Song Feiwan met his gaze and pleaded through her sobs, "Xiao Yu, just forget about me. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want me to suffer endlessly? You don’t even like me; you wouldn’t do this for me!"
By the end of her words, her voice had become hoarse with pain, tears cascading down like pearls from a broken string.
But Xiao Yu looked deeply into her eyes. His left arm twisted unnaturally as he brought the dagger down with force!
Thud! The dagger nearly pierced his leg, blood gushing forth!
He remained silent as Song Feiwan's eyes turned bloodshot. In despair, she cried out, "Ah!!!"
She struggled desperately; Xiao Yan could barely restrain her. The dagger pressed against her throat cut into her skin.
Xiao Yan's pupils constricted as he stopped Song Feiwan. "Don’t move. Listen to me; don’t move."
His voice was weak and hoarse, yet the promises he made were unwavering and gentle. "You’ll be fine; I’ll take you home soon."
Song Feiwan cried uncontrollably. She felt an indescribable loathing for herself.
This man was so innocent—clearly a child of destiny—yet he had been deceived and toyed with by her. Because of her, the one he looked down upon was being ruthlessly humiliated!
How she wished that all the wounds and pain could fall upon herself instead!
At this moment, she finally understood. Her feelings for Xiao Yu had long surpassed mere affection; they surged like a relentless tide, impossible to resist. If they could survive this ordeal, she would make sure to tell him, with all seriousness, that she loved him.
"Going home?" Xiao Yan laughed maniacally. "None of you are going back!"
Convinced that Xiao Yu was no longer a threat, he seized Song Feiwan and brandished his weapon, striding toward him with determination. "Xiao Yu! You’ve left me with nothing! The pain you inflicted on me will be repaid a thousandfold!" Xiao Yan declared fiercely.
Xiao Yu shifted his weight to his other leg. Despite his injuries, his expression remained calm, composed, and proud. He did not look at Song Feiwan but instead mocked, "What is it? Did this king instruct you to covet military funds? Or are you forming factions for personal gain?"
Xiao Yan was furious, waving his arms. "Without that money, how could I possibly deceive all of you while raising an army? Besides, don’t you have your own followers? After all, I am the Crown Prince—one person beneath the heavens and above ten thousand others. It’s just a bit of silver; it’s all rightfully mine!"
Xiao Yu had been waiting for the moment when Xiao Yan would release Song Feiwan. In an instant, he snatched her back and delivered a powerful kick to Xiao Yan's chest, sending him flying several yards away.
Xiao Yan coughed painfully and struggled to get up, his voice hoarse as he commanded, "Someone! Kill them!"
The private soldiers waiting outside rushed in at once.
Song Feiwan was tightly held in Xiao Yu's embrace, trembling in fear as tears streamed down her face. "The wound is too deep; we need to stop the bleeding," she said anxiously.
"Don't be afraid; I know what I'm doing," he replied reassuringly.
In an instant, the enemy's blades were upon them. Xiao Yu's expression hardened as he resolutely grasped his left arm and twisted it again!
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