Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around Sang Jiang, and a familiar fragrance enveloped her tightly.

Sang Jiang felt a sense of relief when no one came.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Just when she thought everything was alright, a muffled groan came from above her head.

What followed was an overwhelming chorus of shouts.

"Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!"

"Help! Protect the emperor!"

Then there was Yang Qi's startled cry: "Your Majesty!"

Sang Jiang felt a sudden tightness in her chest, and then a heavy body slammed down on her.

She let go of Chaochao Mumu, turned around and hugged Long Jingchen's slowly sliding body, tears streaming down her face.

Long Jingchen opened his eyes with all his might. He reached out and touched Sang Jiang's face to wipe away her tears: "Jiang... don't cry, don't be afraid, I'm fine, I still have to protect you."

After saying that, he forced a smile.

He swallowed the word "Jiang Jiang" back, unsure if Sang Jiang would turn and leave immediately after he said it.

But he still couldn't bear to see her cry.

Sang Jiang sniffed and tightened her grip on his body: "It's okay, I'm not afraid. Don't sleep, the imperial physician will be here soon. Just hang in there."

She herself wasn't entirely confident about what she was saying.

After saying that, she looked at Chunhe, who had rushed over, and Kou'er, who was standing there dumbfounded: "Take Chaochao and Mumu away first!"

"Oh, oh." Kou'er blinked blankly, finally snapping out of her reverie.

Ever since Sang Jiang was taken away last time, she has been unable to bear seeing such scenes. Whenever she sees such a scene, she trembles all over and feels panicked.

She jogged forward a few steps, and she and Chunhe each carried a child as they ran back.

Huan Yun had already been subdued by An Ye, who had rushed over.

Yang Qi led a few people to Sang Jiang's side, and together they carried Long Jingchen into the room.

With tears in her eyes, Sang Jiang followed him into the room, staring intently at the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

She truly hadn't expected that this man would save her at such a crucial moment.

As she watched the blood gushing from his chest, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Yang Qi walked up to her and reminded her, "Third Miss, let's go outside and wait."

After saying that, Yang Qi turned around and left.

His attitude towards Sang Jiang this time wasn't very good.

Because he could tell that Long Jingchen was injured this time entirely to save her.

He couldn't see what was so good about Sanyoumu besides resembling the Imperial Noble Consort, that made the Emperor so infatuated with her that he was willing to risk his life.

Sang Jiang took one last deep look at Long Jingchen, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed with a pale face, before turning and leaving.

She stood at the doorway, pacing back and forth.

Panic made her clench her fists tightly.

She kept silently praying in her heart, "Long Jingchen must be alright!"

Sang Jiang didn't know how long she had waited, but it felt like an eternity to her, as the imperial physician hurriedly came out from inside.

Before he could even speak, a woman rushed in from outside.

As he ran, he shouted, "What happened to the Emperor? How could there be an assassin!"

The person who arrived was none other than Empress Liang Qingge.

She walked directly to the imperial physician and asked authoritatively, "How is His Majesty?"

The imperial physician glanced at her, and the Empress hurriedly lowered her head again...