Mo Qianhan was a martial artist, and with a single glance he could read the inner power of the archer. The arrow flying toward Chu Fengge was filled with killing intent—enough to pierce through her skull in one shot.
Chu Fengge also deeply sensed the danger behind her, and instinctively turned her head.
The arrow was right before her eyes, the aura of death rushing at her face, its shaft infinitely magnified in her pupils.
"Whoosh." The whistle of the arrow tore through the night sky.
The arrow aimed at Chu Fengge was intercepted by the sharp sword in Mo Qianhan's hand, cleaved clean in two.
She stared in shock, unable to believe that Mo Qianhan had actually saved her life!
At that moment, Mo Zilou gripped her hand tightly and said in agony, "Mommy, my stomach hurts so much, I can barely breathe."
Chu Fengge snapped back to her senses. When she looked at Mo Zilou again, his face was deathly pale.
By now, quite a few assassins had infiltrated the inner courtyard of the Prince's Manor, every one of them highly skilled. The manor's guards were fighting them off, and Mo Qianhan was not idle either—he circled around Mo Zilou, blocking the assassins who tried to charge in.
But he did not forget to tell Steward Wang, "Take the Shizi back to his room first."
"Don't touch him yet," Chu Fengge stopped him.
While taking Mo Zilou's pulse, she had discovered that he suffered from a Heart Ailment. The abdominal pain was related to the poison he had ingested—residual toxins not yet fully purged from his body, combined with a flare-up of his old illness, had caused his abdominal pain, chest tightness, and difficulty breathing. All of these were potentially fatal.
Mo Qianhan's handsome face was cold as ice. With a sweep of his sword, hair fell like mud where it passed: "Chu Fengge, you're seeking death!"
As the words fell, his sword pierced through two assassins in succession, and with one kick he sent the group of attackers flying, striding toward Chu Fengge.
However, a dense rain of arrows shot into the courtyard, blotting out the sky, halting Mo Qianhan's steps.
Steward Wang had to protect Mo Zilou and could not spare a moment to carry the child inside.
Chu Fengge thought to herself: I must be fast, or Zilou will die from the attack. Worse, if the residual poison isn't fully cleared, it will enter his heart vessels—and then it will truly be beyond all medicine!
She had no time to worry about anything else.
Closing her eyes, she found the syringe and the Heart Ailment medication in her spatial dimension and swiftly drew them out—those items landed in her hands.
Hua An's eyes went wide as she stared at the objects that had appeared in Chu Fengge's hands, astonishment written across her face.
Where did Mommy's things come from?
Quickly, Chu Fengge also took out golden needles.
She undid Mo Zilou's collar, baring his chest.
The golden needles landed on six acupoints on Mo Zilou's chest.
At the same time, the syringe in her hand was slowly pushed into the area of Mo Zilou's heart.
Bai Ruoshui cried out, "Princess Consort, what are you doing? Stop! Your Highness, stop the Princess Consort—she's going to kill the Young Heir!"
Chu Fengge's concentration was not interrupted by Bai Ruoshui's words.
The medication in the syringe was visibly injected into Mo Zilou's body.
The agonized expression on Mo Zilou's face gradually eased.
At the same time, a wave of killing intent swept rapidly over from Mo Qianhan.
"Chu Fengge." He freed a hand, his palm wind striking toward her.
The last drop of medication was fully injected into Mo Zilou's body.
Chu Fengge, like a kite with a severed string, was sent flying by the powerful external force.
All she felt was pain!
Hua An's cries rang in her ears: "Mommy…"
It was as if every bone in her body had shattered. The moment she hit the ground, her consciousness was instantly torn away.
Chu Fengge was knocked unconscious by Mo Qianhan's inner power.
After that, she fell into a long, heavy dream.
In the dream, at the lantern festival, the crowds were vast like a sea of people.
She was swept away from her companions by the crowd, then forcibly abducted onto a carriage and taken out of Lian Capital to a very distant place.
Later, the carriage stopped deep in the mountains, and those men began to lay hands on her without restraint. Chu Fengge screamed in despair!
Just when she believed no one could save her, a tall figure appeared before her.
The man wore a long purple robe and gripped a massive serpent-engraved Black Iron Sword. With just a light sweep of his sword, he slew the five villains who had tried to violate her.
She was saved.
But the man's eyes were filled with crimson desire. Just as Chu Fengge thought she had been rescued, the man tore at her clothes…