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"Seventh Brother, he cut off your arm, I'll give it back to you, I'll make you cut off both of my arms..."

Wu Wang struggled forward and finally grabbed the ankle of the Seventh Prince of Beirong.

Enraged, the Seventh Prince of Beirong was blocked, which fueled his anger even more. He kicked the person under his feet away and continued forward.

Wu Wang couldn't hold him back.

But at that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

We can't let Xie Heng be implicated!

Just as the seventh prince was about to approach Xie Heng, Wu Wang mustered all his strength to get up again, bypassed the seventh prince of Bei Rong, and stood in front of Xie Heng. He held Xie Heng with both hands as if using his whole body as a shield, exposing his entire back to the enemy.

He knew he was going to die today, but he still hoped that Xie Heng would have a chance to live.

"Seventh Brother, he really is the Prince of Da Jing!"

Wu Wang repeatedly emphasized this point, hoping the other party would have some reservations.

However, it wasn't just the Seventh Prince of Beirong; even his cousin was willing to do anything.

"The Prince of Dajing? You think you can get close to the Prince of Dajing? Do you think my cousin is stupid enough to believe you?"

After the man finished speaking, he urged the Seventh Prince of Beirong, "Cousin, this brat broke your arm. Even if he's some kind of prince of the Great Jing Dynasty, he should be chopped off!"

These were exactly what the Seventh Prince of Beirong was thinking.

Prince of Dajing?

What is he afraid of the Prince of Dajing? Even if Emperor Xie Xuanjin of Dajing stood in front of him, he would still kill him without hesitation!

Seeing Tuoba Rui shielding the child with his body, the Seventh Prince of Beirong did not hesitate at all and swung his sword to strike the child's back.

A bloodstain, deep enough to see the bone.

Xie Heng heard a muffled groan beside his ear. The person holding him trembled, their arms tightening around him as if trying their best to create a barrier for him with their body.

"Wu, the Supervisor..."

Xie Heng's childish voice trembled slightly.

Wu Wang didn't give him a chance to say more.

He heard Wu the eunuch's voice ring in his ears:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness..."

"I've dragged you into this mess, I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have..."

"Your Highness, if you truly die because of this servant, then in my next life, I will be your slave again..."

Wu Wang felt too much guilt. He thought that perhaps he had been wrong from the very beginning.

He was filled with hatred, knowing that he couldn't fight his enemy with his own strength. He had no choice but to rely on external forces, and these external forces...

Holding the child in his arms, Wu Wang said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I used you as a pawn..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker.

The repeated calls of "Your Highness" made the Seventh Prince of Beirong frown.

He thought to himself: Could that brat really be the prince of the Great Jing Dynasty?

but……

"Ha... still calling him 'Little Prince,' what a convincing actor! No matter how well you act, my cousin won't be fooled!"

"Cousin, he's cunning. Kill those two quickly to eliminate any future trouble!"

"Your hand also needs to be treated by a doctor as soon as possible!"

His cousin's reminder brought the Seventh Prince of Beirong back to his senses.

Feeling the pain in his arm, with blood still seeping from the wound, the Seventh Prince of Beirong no longer hesitated and set his sights on the two figures, one large and one small, in front of him.

The swords were sharp; a single strike could pierce through both men, ensuring their certain death.

"Your Highness..."

Wu Wang closed his eyes, his guilt outweighing his resentment.

Just when he thought that he and Xie Heng were doomed, he vaguely heard a muffled groan behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to hear the Empress's voice...

in the room.

The Seventh Prince of Beirong was still holding the sword he was about to thrust out, which was only a hair's breadth away from Wu Wang's back.

Before they could pierce his body, three sharp arrows pierced through it first.

One arrow pierced his brow, while the other two went straight into his heart.

He died instantly.

The others watched this scene, their minds blank for a moment.

"Save the young prince! Spare one life, and kill the rest on the spot!"

The woman's voice was powerful and her command sent countless people surging forward.

Before the people in the room could even react, the sword pierced their bodies, and one by one they fell down, leaving only one person standing!

The man who called the Seventh Prince of Beirong his cousin looked at the corpses all over the ground, his face already deathly pale.

He was jolted awake when a sharp sword was held to his neck, and he knelt down in panic.

"I am the cousin of the Emperor of Beirong, and the eldest son of the Beirong family. You cannot kill me!" He subconsciously begged for mercy, assessing the situation.

These people were all women, but they were wearing uniforms and jade pendants around their waists. He subconsciously thought of the women's camp of the Great Jing Dynasty.

And the woman in the lead...

He was intimidated by her terrifying aura after just one glance.

Who is she?

He wanted to understand the current situation, but dared not look up, only to hear footsteps rushing in.

Song Qingning hurried over the corpses and arrived at the wardrobe.

Before his eyes, there were two bloody gashes on Wu Wang's back, one of which was so deep that the bone was visible. A child's innocent voice came from his arms:

"Mother, is that you, Mother?"

Song Qingning felt a slight tremor in her heart. Xie Xuanjin, who followed her in, immediately helped Wu Wang up, but Wu Wang was holding Xie Heng too tightly.

It took some effort to separate the two.

Song Qingning immediately wanted to check if Xie Heng was injured. She wanted to tell him not to be afraid, but at this moment, Xie Heng's expression was very calm.

He stepped out of Wu Wang's arms and immediately reached out to check his breath. Feeling the faint breathing, his face lit up with joy, and he immediately looked at the two of them: "Father, Mother, save Supervisor Wu! He's still breathing! You must save him!"

Xie Xuanjin and Song Qingning frowned.

The bodies of the people around us had strong characteristics of North Veterans General Hospital.

The two of them had already guessed Wu Wang's identity.

By changing his appearance, lying low in the palace, and getting close to the young prince, his intentions must be impure. Even if he doesn't die, he will still be guilty!

but……

"Father, Mother, Heng'er begs you..."

Xie Heng was about to kneel down before the two men.

Song Qingning immediately picked him up, "Your father will bring Eunuch Wu back to the palace, and we will save him!"

Song Qingning, carrying Xie Heng, walked past a path strewn with corpses until she saw the Seventh Prince of Beirong. She stopped before the only survivor, glanced at him, and then ordered Gu Ying:

"General Gu, bring him back to the palace as well. He must live; I will interrogate him myself!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gu Ying accepted the order.

Your Majesty the Empress...

The person kneeling on the ground was already so frightened that they lost control of their bladder.

The woman just now was the Empress of the Great Jing Dynasty.

Is that child truly the prince of the Great Jing Dynasty?

"Your Majesty, Empress of Great Jing, it wasn't me, it was my cousin! My cousin wanted to kill the young prince, and this person too..."

"He is Tuoba Rui, the former Third Prince of Beirong, Tuoba Rui!"

"He must have ulterior motives..."

The group returned to the palace.

Liang Xingjian led the officials from the capital to the courtyard to collect the body and place it in the mortuary, awaiting the emperor and empress's decision.

Xie Xuanjin summoned all the imperial physicians to Jinhua Palace and ordered them to do everything in their power to treat Wu Jianshi's injuries and save his life.

Xie Heng stayed by his side the whole time, refusing to leave, so Xie Xuanjin and Song Qingning could only stay with him.

The wound was treated by dawn, but the person was still unconscious.

The following day at noon, he even developed a high fever.

The temperature was scalding hot, and the imperial physician repeatedly shook his head.

Will he die?

Xie Heng looked at Song Qingning and said, "Mother, I don't want him to die."

Song Qingning pondered Wu Wang's identity for a long time.

"What if he's a bad person? What if he has ulterior motives, or even if his identity is fake? Wouldn't you want him dead?"