The guards did not dare to delay any longer and rushed over to chop off Su Zhan's hands.

Ye Wanhe hurriedly stood up, snatched the sharp blade from the leading guard's hand, and said, "Your Highness, I broke the rules. If you want to chop off my hand, I must chop off my hand as well to protect the palace's reputation."

Ye Wanhe put the knife on her wrist.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun hurried forward and snatched the blade from Ye Wanhe's hand.

The blade was sharp and cut Ye Wanhe's wrist, causing blood to gush out.

"Sister He." Su Zhan said hurriedly.

Zhao Yun glared at Su Zhan, then took out his own handkerchief and tied it around Ye Wanhe's wrist to stop the bleeding.

Zhao Yun pulled Ye Wanhe into his arms and angrily said, "Ye Wanhe, everything you have is yours alone. Who allowed you to hurt yourself?"

Ye Wanhe whispered, "Your Highness... please, don't hurt Master Su. You are the only one in my heart. Even if you don't want to give me a name, I will only recognize you as my husband. Even if I am old enough to leave the palace in the future, I will not marry again. You are the only one I love.

But if you cut off Young Master Su's hands because he applied medicine to me, I will always feel guilty towards him and will have to keep him in my heart..."

Ye Wanhe has been with Zhao Yun for many years, so she knows exactly how to please Zhao Yun.

Ye Wanhe said, "Your Highness, if Young Master Su loses his hand and becomes disabled because of the medicine I applied, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life and will have to worry about him..."

Zhao Yun frowned and ordered the guards on both sides: "Stand back."

Zhao Yun looked at Su Zhan again and said, "Get out of here right now."