Upon hearing Li Yunyan's voice again, he could no longer sit still. He leaped off his horse and rushed into the tent.

Everyone nearby had been lured away so that Wen Zi'an could carry out his business with peace of mind, so no one noticed Chu Xingmo's return.

As soon as he entered, he saw Li Yunyan holding a piece of broken porcelain to her throat, her face covered in tears.

"Yan Yan!"

He strode over, but Wen Zi'an blocked his way.

Wen Zi'an has completely lost his senses. All he can see is that beautiful figure. He only wants to pounce on her and bully her!

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"

Wen Zi'an didn't even look at who it was, his trembling hands waving wildly.

He muttered to himself, "Yan'er, come here quickly!"

Even if Chu Xingmo was slow-witted, he would understand what was going on in the tent!

His eyes were bloodshot, and he kicked at Wen Zi'an, yelling, "Insolence!"

His kick was merciless, breaking several of Wen Zi'an's ribs.

Wen Zian winced in pain, but his muddled mind cleared somewhat. He saw His Majesty glaring at him with resentment, and for a moment he was disoriented.

"Your Majesty?... Yan'er, where am I?"

Li Yunyan suddenly burst into tears. When she saw Chu Xingmo finally return, she dropped the porcelain shards in her hand and rushed into his arms.

"Your Majesty! Waaaaaah!!! You're finally back!"

"Yanyan, what happened?"

Li Yunyan pointed at Wen Zi'an and said, "It's this Wen Zi'an. I don't know who he conspired with to break in and try to take liberties with me!"