Mu Beichen, carrying Yu Qianqian, took advantage of the chaos to escape from the crowd and fled along the long, secluded pebble path towards the main gate of the palace.

Seeing that the main gate was already on guard, he mustered all his strength and leaped over the high wall. Unexpectedly, he felt an unbearable stinging pain spread through his body. In an instant, shock and pain came at the same time, forcing his limbs to lose control. His body stiffened, and Yu Qianqian fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Looking closely at himself, he saw that Yu Qianqian was holding a dagger in her hand, which was stabbing his amputated arm. The pain was so intense that it went deep into his bones. His black robe sleeve was torn open with a clean gash, and blood seeped out from the inside out, dripping silently onto the ground.

Mu Beichen never expected that Yu Qianqian would actually try to kill him. He still mistakenly believed that she was angry because he had abandoned Su Ruan to save her, and that no matter how ruthless she was, he was unwilling to let go.

Even as their movements were exposed to the Imperial Guards, he still managed to grip Yu Qianqian's wrist tightly, holding her firmly in his arms.

Despite the excruciating pain in his severed arm, Mu Beichen struggled to his feet and grasped her hand, pleading with her in the most humble of postures: "Ajin, please don't go, please don't leave me, okay?"

When Yu Qianqian saw the deep pain in his eyes, his dark and bright pupils shrank again and again, and waves of heart-wrenching pain surged from the depths of her chest. Then, some scattered memories suddenly surfaced in her mind, and the pain made her nerves go numb.

"pain……"

"It hurts so much!"

Yu Qianqian curled up in a small ball on the ground, covering her head with her hands and screaming in agony. Suddenly, she looked up and saw Mu Beichen's blood-soaked severed arm. She was so frightened that she staggered to her feet and stumbled back several steps away in the blink of an eye.

“Ah Jin…” Mu Beichen was also shocked by the scene before him. His expression darkened as he watched her gradually fall silent from her panic. He was about to reach out to comfort her, but he was still a step too slow.

He watched helplessly as that small figure staggered away into the distance, then his vision blurred and he immediately fainted.

As night fell, the darkness in the deep palace was illuminated by lanterns, and the shadows of palace buildings and trees were reflected on the smooth ground in a dreamlike way. In the dark corner of the palace wall ahead, several dark figures rushed past like swallows under the moonlight.

At this moment, a white figure flew down from the eaves of the palace, and after a few leaps, landed gracefully in front of several mysterious people covered in black armor.

"Step back, we don't need you here anymore." Hua Mancheng spoke coldly, expressionless. At this moment, the moonlight made his handsome and sculpted face look like frost, cold and colorless.

At his command, the assassins nodded in acquiescence, and with a series of swift, gusts of sound like a gentle breeze, they vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Before arriving, Hua Mancheng specially arranged for several top assassins from the Nine Heavens Pavilion to cover his retreat, which allowed him to easily escape from the chaos of battle.

After watching the assassins from the Nine Heavens Pavilion leave, he ran straight towards Mu Beichen, who was not far away.

"Achen, Achen..." Hua Mancheng called Mu Beichen softly several times, but when he did not respond, he simply raised his arms and threw himself and his sword onto his shoulders at the same time, easily leaping over a ten-thousand-foot-high palace wall and fleeing straight out of the city.