Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

"Commander!"

Lin Wantang reacted quickly, but it was no match for the sharp blade that was drawn from its sheath. At the same time, Jiang Fulu cried out urgently, "My lord!"

Jiang Fulu leaped forward, shielding the sword with his body.

But his neck, which he had rammed into, wasn't cut by the blade. The expected pain didn't come. Jiang Fulu opened his eyes, trembling like a leaf, and saw a shocking sight of crimson blood: "Madam!"

Lin Wantang caught the white knife, gripped the sharp blade tightly, and let drops of bright red blood flow to the ground.

"It's nothing." Her expression remained normal. Perhaps she was too frightened to sense anything, so she stared intently at Wei Wujiu, noticing his long, black hair was loose, obscuring his handsome eyebrows and eyes, and he appeared to be unaffected.

However, his breathing was heavy and disordered.

Is the poison flaring up again?

Lin Wantang's breathing tightened; she dared not let her guard down: "Commander, do you still recognize me?"

Wei Wujiu couldn't hear clearly. The roar in his ears made him feel as if he were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as if two armies were facing each other and about to break out in a great battle. He felt something was wrong, but when he shook his head and looked up again, his eyes were still confused and bewildered.

"roll……"

He let out a sound from his throat, and then tried to pull the blade back.

Lin Wantang was worried that he would hurt someone again, so she refused to let go no matter what, which resulted in her palm being cut so deeply that the bone was visible, almost as if it was about to be severed. Blood was flowing out profusely, and she was in excruciating pain.

"Commander! Wake up! It's me, Lin Wantang!"

"Madam, please let go! Your hand..."

Jiang Fulu, flustered, tried to go around to comfort Wei Wujiu, but was violently shoved aside and then pushed towards Lin Wantang's shoulder and neck. Losing her balance, she stumbled backward for a moment, and Wei Wujiu easily withdrew his sword. Then, caught in the swirling illusions in his mind, he swung the sword to strike Lin Wantang—

Lin Wantang fell heavily to the ground. Before she could get up, and without caring about the pain, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She sensed an imminent danger and turned around to see a sharp blade raised and swung right in front of her!

A sudden, profound terror gripped her, a chilling feeling that made her throat feel as if it were being squeezed, rendering her speechless. Only her narrowed eyes stared in disbelief at Wei Wujiu.

He's going to kill her...

"No, no..." Jiang Fulu was thrown to the ground as well. Already old, his aging arms and legs couldn't withstand the force. Unable to even crawl, he crawled and clung to Wei Wujiu's long legs: "My lord, wake up! This is Madam! My lord, you will regret this..."

Wei Wujiu couldn't hear clearly. The roar in his mind made him feel like he was on a battlefield. He lowered his head slightly and vaguely regarded Jiang Fulu as his opponent. He kicked him away without thinking and was about to finish him off!

"Ahhh..." Jiang Fulu was terrified.

"Wei Wujiu! Stop!"

Lin Wantang also broke free from her fear at this moment, angrily getting up, gritting her teeth in a fit of rage, and was about to pull out the golden needles from her sleeve, "What's wrong with you? That's Eunuch Jiang!"

Unfortunately, her left palm was completely cut and bloody, and her fingers were too anxious to obey her commands. She searched and searched but could not find the gold needle. Jiang Fulu took the opportunity to hurriedly retreat and climb back up, trying to escape.

Wei Wujiu's breathing became heavier and heavier, his gloomy face was covered with mist, and he stepped on Jiang Fulu's robe with his long leg. Just as he was about to make another move, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, and some sharp weapon hit the blade with a loud buzzing sound.

"grown ups!"

Night Hawk suddenly appeared in the hall and caught the flying knife that had deflected the sharp blade.

"He's completely unconscious! Enough talk, get him under control!" Lin Wantang made a decisive order.

Night Hawk paused, staring at Wei Wujiu's cold, scarlet eyes, which were filled with confusion and murderous intent. Startled, he disregarded everything else and simply said, "Then please forgive my rudeness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Night Hawk drew his usual longsword and leaped into action, engaging Wei Wujiu in combat.

Lin Wantang rushed over to help Jiang Fulu up, not having time to say anything, and tried to help him escape, but Wei Wujiu was so focused on confronting Ye Ying that he even snatched Ye Ying's throwing knife and stabbed at the two of them!

Night Hawk was already highly skilled, but he still couldn't withstand Wei Wujiu. After a few rounds, he was not only defeated, but Wei Wujiu also disarmed him and grabbed his throat with one hand, as if he was about to crush it!

Hearing the noise, Lin Wantang turned around and looked at the Night Hawk on the ground. The first thing she saw was the flying knife that was thrust at her, like a demon that was taking her life. She tried to dodge, but her body was too terrified to move an inch.

Clang!

A sharp sword suddenly came flying at me, but I managed to deflect the flying knife in time.

With the crisis over, Lin Wantang's legs trembled with fear. The sudden killing intent from the previous attacks had turned her face deathly pale with fear, and her disordered breathing seemed to disappear without a trace.

"Quickly! Help Miss and Eunuch Jiang out!"

A voice suddenly rang out, followed by several servants rushing in. Chunhen and Qiuying also reluctantly followed a few steps behind, anxiously helping Lin Wantang and Jiang Fulu out.

Lin Wantang took a few steps, her thoughts still racing and far from calm. She turned her head for no apparent reason and saw a man in a blue and white robe, sword in hand, locked in a fierce battle with Wei Wujiu.

In an instant, the window shattered, and a black and a white figure fought fiercely, leaving the hall in ruins.

"Yes, it's Lord Li!"

He ran all the way outside the palace, completely away from it, before stumbling out last, clutching his injured chest and abdomen. He spat out blood as soon as he uttered a single sentence.

"Silence." Zhang Qian arrived as well, quickly stepping forward to help Ye Ying, first applying pressure to stop the bleeding, then having his attendants carry Ye Ying to the yamen: "Cui Lin, you are the physician, you go with him!"

Cui Lin, a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard who had come with Zhang Qian, clasped his hands in response upon hearing the sound and went over to treat Ye Ying's wounds.

"Miss Lin..." Zhang Qian, mindful of the proper etiquette between men and women, couldn't approach too closely, so he asked the maid from a distance, "How are your injuries? If they're not getting better, someone! Bring Master's visiting card to summon the imperial physician!"

Lin Wantang was helped to sit in the pavilion. The maids hurriedly moved a screen and a heater over. She was still in shock and could not stop the bleeding even when she gripped her left wrist tightly. She asked Chunhen to find a medicine box and then called out to Zhang Qian from a distance, "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

"But given the Governor's current state... can Lord Li manage alone?"

Lin Wantang looked worriedly towards the main hall, where the sounds of fighting continued, and the occasional loud noises were terrifying.

Zhang Qian had Jiang Fulu helped away to recuperate, and glanced at the main hall as well. "It should be feasible, right? They are all from the same school. If even Li Jinzhi can't control him, then..."

Then it would be difficult to find even one of the many imperial guards gathered in the capital who could rival Wei Wujiu.

Lin Wantang sensed his unspoken meaning and stood up abruptly, hurriedly handing the golden needles she had already taken out to Qiu Ying to pass to Zhang Qian: "Use these! There's some anesthetic powder I've applied to the needles. Insert them into the forehead, and it will cause the consciousness to dissolve and the person to faint!"

Zhang Qian was about to say "Great!" when a huge roar came from inside the hall, accompanied by a cry of pain—