The Prince Yu's horse whinnied, about to charge out of the crowd.
Unexpectedly, from behind him, that terrifying cold wind struck again.
The horse's legs went weak, and it knelt straight on the ground.
The Prince Yu, already suffering from internal injuries, lost his balance and tumbled from the horse's back, falling to the ground with a thud, unable to get up!
The guards were about to help him up, but behind them, the feared Prince Xuan, with seemingly slow steps, had already arrived before Prince Yu in the blink of an eye.
He reached out a hand.
Prince Yu, shocked and enraged, exclaimed, "Mr. Lan! Aren't you coming out?"
Feng Yexuan frowned and looked up, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.
As expected, he found that figure behind the crowd.
Having been here for so long, he hadn't even detected him.
The secret techniques of the Lan clan were indeed well-deserved of their reputation!
However, he had now seen that figure!
Lan Fan was also somewhat hesitant, wondering whether he should come out.
He had experienced Feng Yexuan's abilities; even his illusions were now useless against Feng Yexuan.
He wanted to save Prince Yu, but he also had to consider whether it was worth it for him to come out.
With Prince Yu's shout, he, who had been well hidden, was instantly discovered by Feng Yexuan's sharp eyes.
Lan Fan coughed twice, then straightened his back and walked out from the crowd.
To everyone's surprise, after Lan Fan emerged, he not only did not attack Feng Yexuan but instead walked up to Feng Yexuan and struck his own chest with a palm.
After this palm strike, a wisp of blood instantly slid down the corner of Lan Fan's lips.
It was evident that this palm strike was not light at all!
What was Mr. Lan doing?
Prince Yu was completely dumbfounded!
Could it be that Mr. Lan, knowing he was no match for Prince Xuan, was self-harming in front of Prince Xuan to beg for leniency?
Everyone was greatly astonished, completely bewildered.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
No one dared to step forward, nor did anyone dare to flee.
They all stared blankly at Feng Yexuan and Lan Fan, utterly unsure of what to do next.
Feng Yexuan clenched his fists, staring intently at the bloodstain on Lan Fan's lips. His eyes, which had been calm and undisturbed, now held a hidden rage, and... reluctance?
What was the meaning of this?
If one didn't know better, they would think that Prince Xuan and Mr. Lan had... some improper relationship!
This was too much like a bickering young couple!
Lan Fan suddenly raised his hand again.
Feng Yexuan's expression darkened, completely enraged, "What exactly do you want?"
"I want to take Prince Yu away. Your Highness, do you still intend to stop me?" Lan Fan said with a half-smile, staring into Feng Yexuan's eyes, which were cold and resolute, yet tinged with anger.
The crowd exchanged glances. Those who were still injured seemed to have forgotten their pain.
They all stared blankly at Lan Fan and Feng Yexuan, unable to fathom the current situation.
"Prince Xuan, this..." Chu Lingyang still hadn't reacted.
Feng Yexuan's fists tightened even more. Those close to him could clearly hear the sound of his knuckles cracking as they tensed.
He was clearly furious, wishing he could tear Lan Fan apart, yet he made no move.
Perhaps, he couldn't make a move?
Such internal conflict and contradiction!
What was it all for?
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Lan Fan suddenly turned and glanced at Prince Yu.
Although Prince Yu was still stunned, he now seemed to realize that he could indeed leave.
He quickly got up with the help of his guards and slowly climbed onto the horse's back.