With a single sentence, Feng Yexuan, who was still immersed in shock and emotion, was awakened.
He merely raised his hand, stretching his long arm, and with a palm strike, easily pulled Chu Qianli back.
"Let go, I'll kill that bastard!" Chu Qianli struggled fiercely, enraged.
Feng Yexuan merely lowered his gaze, looking at her flushed little face, a hint of pleased amusement flashing in his eyes: "Are you seeking revenge for this King?"
Chu Qianli froze, then glared at him, her eyes filled with anger: "Stop being so conceited!"
"You are," the amusement in his eyes had long since spread to his lips.
The corners of his lips curved into a smile rarely seen in a hundred years.
"Seeing that this King was injured, you became so angry and anxious?"
"You're talking nonsense!"
But Feng Yexuan paid no mind, simply holding her gently, the two landing steadily on the ground.
In each other's eyes, only the other remained.
"Li'er..."
"Don't talk to me, I'm going to kill that bastard!" The blood on his shoulder stained her eyes red and pierced her heart.
This bastard, his martial arts were so much higher than Lan Fan's, yet he could still be so badly injured by that demon!
Simply... simply utterly ridiculous! Can't he protect himself?
"Don't go, hurting him is like hurting yourself."
Feng Yexuan's gaze fell on her shoulder.
After stabbing Lan Fan just now, didn't she herself feel pain?
He raised his long fingers, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.
She had spat blood, how could she not be in pain?
Chu Qianli felt a bit wronged, not because she was in pain, but because he was even more seriously injured, wasn't he in pain himself?
"Still bleeding..." This fellow!
"This King is incredibly resilient, a bit of blood is nothing?"
"I didn't say I cared."
"Mm, this King doesn't expect you to care either."
But she just couldn't take her eyes off him.
Their gazes intertwined like this, unable to separate for a moment.
Chu Lingyang felt a bit of a headache. Should he remind them that many people were still watching, waiting for their next orders?
Also, while they were being affectionate, Lan Fan had taken the opportunity to escape.
Because the events of today were too bizarre, Chu Lingyang didn't dare to pursue, always feeling that with Lan Fan gone, everyone was rather relieved.
But the problem was, now, it wasn't really appropriate for such deep affection, after all, the timing was not right.
"Cough, cough!" Seeing that the two were still lost in their world, Chu Lingyang had to cough loudly to remind them.
Feng Yexuan exhaled lightly, finally releasing his hold.
Chu Qianli also came to her senses. After glancing at the wound on his shoulder again, she said nothing more, simply taking out a bottle of medicine and sprinkling it on his wound.
Let's stop the bleeding for now.
"Let's go back, I... will bandage it for you."
"Okay."
Chu Qianli glanced at him again before turning to look at Chu Lingyang.
"Second Imperial Uncle, please escort Prince Yu back. Tomorrow morning, I will personally interrogate him."
"I am Prince Yu, your eldest Imperial Uncle, you dare to interrogate me! You... *mff*!"
Chu Qianli walked over and kicked him.
This time, with the acupoint sealed, he couldn't even speak.
Chu Lingyang's mood was complicated.
Should he remind little Li'er that Prince Yu was an elder?
But Prince Yu had committed many evils, even as an elder, it seemed... nothing could change that.
If the collapse of the city moat was indeed designed by Prince Yu, then he... truly deserved it.
Chu Qianli looked back at Feng Yexuan: "Aren't you leaving yet?"