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With a sharp crack, his left arm was set back into place!
Immediately after, he stood up, holding her close and shielding her behind him as he brandished his sword to confront the enemy!
Song Feiwan's eyes lit up; it turned out his arm wasn't broken! She had been overly worried just now!
She couldn't fight, and in such a chaotic situation, she dared not add to Xiao Yu's troubles, so she stayed firmly hidden behind him.
Although he was strong, the injury to his leg still affected his movements.
Private soldiers kept charging at them; even a man of iron couldn't withstand this!
Just as she felt anxious, the sounds of battle came from outside the temple—Xiao Yu's men were definitely arriving!
Xiao Yan clutched his chest and staggered to his feet, saying ominously, "I brought thirty thousand private soldiers with me. With just your few men, thinking you can defeat me is nothing but a pipe dream!"
Song Feiwan's eyes widened. Thirty thousand! This foolish Xiao Yan could use that many troops to launch a surprise attack on the palace! He was betting everything on this!
Xiao Yu understood that Xiao Yan was pushed to desperation, hatred burning away all reason.
As he fought off enemies, he couldn't help but recall Concubine Rong's earlier words: "Beware of long nights and dreams; don't bring trouble upon yourself."
He cleaved through an enemy's chest on his left side, suppressing the uneasy thumping of his heart as he silently reassured himself: It won't happen; everything is still under my control.
Before long, both Song Feiwan and Xiao Yan noticed that Xiao Yu's forces were gaining the upper hand!
Xiao Yan shouted in disbelief, "What?!"
His subordinate reported in fear, "Your Highness, a group of soldiers has charged out—each one tall and valiant, able to take on ten men! And there are so many of them; our people are no match!"
Xiao Yan's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"
He finally panicked and looked at Xiao Yu, trembling as he asked, "Private soldiers? Where did they come from?"
His subordinate replied, "They look like they are from Beirong!"
Xiao Yan gasped in shock.
With overwhelming superiority, Xiao Yu's men quickly ended the battle.
Zhuo Da, covered in blood, walked into the dilapidated temple and respectfully knelt before Xiao Yu, saying, "Your Highness, everything has been taken care of."
Xiao Yu responded with a faint "Hmm."
Xiao Yan glanced at Zhuo Da, then at Xiao Yu, and asked in a daze, "He... he is your what? Your Highness?"
Connecting Zhuo Da's identity as a member of Beirong, the words slipped out: "You are the King of Kanan from Beirong!"
He finally felt a bone-chilling terror; goosebumps erupted all over his body, and cold sweat broke out.
Xiao Yu cast a cold glance at him, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain. "Considering you're on the verge of death, I won't hold you accountable for your blunders."
Xiao Yan gasped in horror.
Song Feiwan was equally astonished.
Years ago, Xiao Yu had been severely injured during an earthquake. Who would have thought that he could rise to become the King of Beirong in just a few short years, even without his memories?
Moreover, the forces he had amassed from Beirong were lying in ambush near the capital! No one had noticed!
This man was truly terrifying!
He was so powerful, yet why did he show her mercy time and again?
Why would he risk injury and expose his identity just to save her?
It couldn't possibly be out of kindness.
Eliminating all other possibilities left only one conclusion:
He liked her?
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