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Chapter 35 Hypnotizing the Tyrant in Public
The courtyard reeked of blood, and the corpses at my feet included both enemies and brothers.

The guards, filled with fear and sorrow, stared with reddened eyes at the man surrounded in the middle.
They dared not approach easily, nor dared to leave.

The first group of guards held long, sturdy ropes, waiting for the right moment to bind the seventh prince.

The outer ring of guards carried specially made red-tasseled spears, positioned separately from those in front. They waited until the person was encircled by the rope before seizing the opportunity to step forward, grab the man's waist, and do their best to control him.

Ye Fan was in excruciating pain from the cut on his back, but he still gripped the medicine bottle tightly in his hand, his eyes filled with a desperate determination.

We've done the same thing countless times before.
But each time, there are casualties.

Especially for the person responsible for administering the medication, death or serious injury is almost universally accepted.

The Seventh Prince was incredibly strong, and when he was ill, he was invincible. He could often knock down more than a dozen people with a single punch, and everyone was risking their lives.

But this time, things seem different.

Ignoring the astonished gazes of the crowd, Qin Su slowly moved forward, approaching the man who had fallen into madness.

However, the guards around her reacted quickly and swept away the severed limbs at her feet so as not to hinder her from walking.

Finally, Qin Su spoke as she moved forward, and finally met those scarlet, chaotic, and utterly irrational eyes through the crowd.

She smiled faintly, but her eyes were fixed on the man's eyes: "Don't be afraid, the bad guys have all disappeared, no one here will hurt you."

With each word she spoke, her raindrop-like earring swayed gently: "You're just tired, very exhausted."

"Don't go! It's dangerous!"

Just as Qin Su was about to succeed, a male voice suddenly rang out from the side, and someone stopped her.

She was forced to stop, and the man surrounded in the middle seemed to be provoked, revealing a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression.

"Don't be afraid, it's safe here."

Qin Su withdrew her hand, her voice gentle, still only looking at the tyrant:

"Are you feeling unwell? It's okay, just breathe slowly with me and you'll feel better, exhale, inhale, exhale..."

As Qin Su spoke, she continued walking forward, and the guards around her had somehow cleared a path for her to move forward.

Although everyone looked at her with surprise and suspicion, as if she were some kind of reckless monster.

"As you slowly exhale the stale air from your chest, your head won't hurt as much anymore."

As she spoke, she drew closer and closer to the tyrant. If someone were to observe closely, they would notice that each of the girl's steps seemed to have been precisely measured, even and regular.

When she was just a few steps away from the Seventh Prince, everyone involuntarily held their breath, silently chanting in their hearts:
Don't go there, you'll die!
Chu Jiang's vision was filled with blood red, and the chaotic, distorted screams in his mind were driving him almost mad. The intense headache caused him to raise his longsword countless times, only to bring it down again.

Only the spray of warm blood before his eyes could bring him a moment of peace, but soon the pain would return with even greater intensity.

kill!kill!kill!

It's so noisy, he's going to kill everyone!

Just then, a gentle and clear voice broke through the darkness and entered his ears, bringing a moment of peace to his chaotic and turbulent world.

It made him involuntarily want to obey and submit to her...

"You're very tired and just want to rest. You'll feel better once you fall asleep."

Qin Su Chao stood there with his sword drawn, the man who seemed ready to strike at any moment reaching out his hand: "Give me your hand, and I'll take you to sleep."

At that moment, almost everyone held their breath and focused their gaze on that slender, delicate white hand that seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.

Seeing the Seventh Prince's "cooperation," a sense of anticipation rose in everyone's hearts. If he obediently reached out his hand, would that mean...?

"Swish—" The man did reach out, but he also raised the longsword that was still dripping blood.

A few drops of blood from the sword's edge even landed on the girl's fair face.

Finished!

This time I'm definitely dead!
Almost everyone had this thought in their minds, and some even secretly looked away, unable to bear watching the scene of the brave girl being tortured and killed.

Qin Su was also startled; the sword tip almost pierced her eye.

The system almost screamed.

Just when everyone thought either the Seventh Prince was going to kill someone or the little girl would be so scared that her legs would give way, she spoke up again.

Their eyes and tone were so gentle, as if they trusted that the person in front of them wouldn't hurt them.

"The sword is heavy and making you uncomfortable. How about you put it down?"

"Put it down and give me your hand."

As she spoke, she dared to take another step forward, seemingly unafraid of death. This time, the two were truly only "one step away" from each other.

At this distance, no matter what the Seventh Prince does, no one can save her.

Even the imperial physicians thought the girl had gone mad and was courting death.

But some people can't help but hope, what if?
What if it succeeds?

Until the Seventh Prince raised his sword again, seemingly intending to sever the girl's head.

Liu Ying was almost ready to rush out to save them. Although His Highness hadn't said anything, his intuition told him that if Miss Sang Sang really died here, then once His Highness regained consciousness, none of the people here would be able to escape.

With a clang, the longsword in the man's hand fell without warning.

If they hadn't been so rational, the people next to them would have almost screamed.

Qin Su glanced at the monitoring screen beside the man; the indicators on it were gradually leveling off.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and reached out her hand to the man again: "Give me your hand. You're tired and want to rest. Just close your eyes and you'll fall asleep."

Then everyone saw that the Seventh Prince, who had just been slashing people with his sword like chopping vegetables with bloodshot eyes, actually obeyed and extended his hand to the girl.

Almost the instant their hands touched, the man's vision went black, and he collapsed towards Qin Su like a giant mountain.

She fell to the ground without warning, letting out a muffled groan.

Almost immediately, the guards who had been waiting nearby tried to surround and take the tyrant away.

But as soon as he moved, he saw the girl who was being pressed down on him suddenly stretch out a thin, weak hand, preventing everyone from getting closer.

Everyone paused, instinctively stopping in their tracks, no longer daring to move.

Qin Su was feeling like she was about to die from the pressure. She tried to calm her breathing before waving in a certain direction.

If too many people come and wake up a tyrant like this, all his efforts will be in vain.

Liu Ying, who was suddenly pointed at in the crowd, paused for a moment, and then pointed to herself with some uncertainty.

Seeing Qin Su tap her finger, as if calling a puppy, she hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

Why can't he go over there? The little girl next door dares to get close, so why can't he, a secret guard specifically responsible for protecting His Highness, do the same?

But every step seemed to exude a sense of resolute determination.

(End of this chapter)