Jing Ri didn't know what was happening to him. Upon seeing the frailty in Lan Fan's eyes, his gaze locked onto Lan Fan's face, unable to shift away.
The long sword in his hand was held by Lan Fan's slender, jade-like fingers, slowly being moved away from Chu Ming Hao's neck.
Feeling the danger recede, Chu Ming Hao finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He glanced at Lan Fan once more, then immediately averted his gaze, not daring to look closely!
The world knew only of the illusionary arts of the Lan family's descendants, but few knew of their charm arts, which were equally potent!
While Lan Fan couldn't compare to Lan Qing, she was more than enough to deal with a master like Jing Ri!
Jing Ri was ensnared by Lan Fan's charm arts!
Chu Ming Hao immediately drew his long sword and thrust it towards Jing Ri.
It wasn't until a sharp pain pierced him that Jing Ri suddenly regained his senses, but it was already too late!
Chu Ming Hao's long sword was withdrawn from his abdomen, leaving a pool of blood on the ground!
Jing Ri grunted, his legs giving way as he knelt down on one knee.
"The bodies of the Princess and Prince Xuan have been carried out."
Chu Ming Hao stepped back a few paces, swung his sword, and declared loudly, "They are already dead! Guards, stand down! Burn these ailing patients to ashes!"
"We must not let the plague spread and endanger all of Nan Ming! Quickly! Quickly set them ablaze for me! Hurry!"
"Yes!"
The guards immediately grabbed dry firewood and buckets of kerosene, rushing towards the area where the gravely ill were kept.
"You... you dare to harm... the Prince... you..." Jing Ri forcefully waved his hand, using the sword to prop himself up on the ground, trying to stand.
But as soon as he got up, a sharp pain from his abdomen sent him crashing back to the ground.
He looked up to see Lan Fan still coughing lightly, but already turning to leave.
He had fallen victim to this person's peculiar arts!
He had thought that after being heavily injured, Lan Fan would be incapable of using illusionary arts, but he hadn't expected that without illusions, there were still other mysterious and unusual techniques!
He had been too careless!
Jing Ri was filled with self-reproach. Seeing them about to rush forward and set the fire, he gritted his teeth and struggled to stand.
However, as soon as he stood up, another wave of intense pain shot through his abdomen.
The tearing agony made him break out in a cold sweat, rendering him unable to stand. With a thud, he knelt on one knee once more.
"Still trying to save them?" Chu Ming Hao looked at the long sword he had pulled from Jing Ri's body, its tip still dripping with blood.
He sneered, "Who gave you the audacity to even hold me hostage! I will make you watch as your Prince is burned to ashes!"
"You... dare!"
"Watch me dare!"
Chu Ming Hao shouted, "Set the fire, for me..."
"My Lord, they... they are getting up!"
"Getting up? What do you mean getting up?" Chu Ming Hao angrily questioned the guard who had rushed back to report, "I ordered you to set fire to the bodies, why are you dawdling?"
The guard said urgently, "But... but, my Lord, those carried out weren't bodies, they were... they were people, patients..."
"They are still patients on the verge of death, what's the difference from bodies? Burn them for me!"
"But..." The guard still hesitated.
Chu Ming Hao's patience completely ran out. With a swift movement, he drew his sword.
The guard fell to the ground.
Chu Ming Hao's backside began to ache again, but if he could witness Chu Qian Li being burned to death, the pain would be worth it.
He kicked the severely wounded Jing Ri aside, picked up a torch himself, and walked over.
"Why is everyone standing around? Set the fire for me!"