Yun Qingluo's moves became increasingly fierce, each sword aimed at a vital point.

"You're wrong. This is clearly a battleground between the Tianmo Kingdom and the Tianlang Kingdom. Where is the Crown Prince of the Dongwu Kingdom? There are only spies from the Tianmo Kingdom's army."

Ye Ming's eyes darkened. "You! Sharp-tongued."

But then he glanced at Yun Qingluo's belly and sneered, "Since you don't want to live, then this Crown Prince will send you on your way. I'll kill you and your child first, and then send your husband to be buried with you."

Ye Ming's words made Mo Beichen's expression turn horrified.

What is that?

Is Luo Luo pregnant?

Nonsense.

Mo Beichen couldn't sit still any longer and tried to get up, but found himself completely powerless.

A flash of anger crossed her dark eyes. How dare she?

How dare she?

Yun Qingluo felt a fiery gaze, filled with anger, fall upon her, and she stiffened slightly.

Oh no, Ah Chen is angry.

With flashes of light, Yun Qingluo paused slightly, and Ye Ming seized this opportunity to thrust his sword at her.

Mo Beichen's expression changed drastically, "Luo Luo!"

He then spat out a mouthful of blood, a backlash from the forced exertion of internal energy.

Seeing Mo Beichen cough up blood, Yun Qingluo turned around and glared coldly at Ye Ming.

His body leaned back quickly, bending into a strange bow shape, and passed under Ye Ming's sword.

Then she felt a slight stabbing pain in her stomach. Xiao Yi said nervously, "Stop playing, finish this quickly, your son is protesting."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo looked at Ye Ming and softly uttered two words, "Looking for death."

Yun Qingluo threw away her sword, using her hand as a weapon, and approached Ye Ming.

Close combat is her specialty.

The clouds swayed gracefully, like cunning loaches, making them impossible to catch a glimpse of.

Mo Beichen looked at Yun Qingluo, who was so close to Ye Ming, with a chilling gaze and a surging murderous aura in his eyes.

Ye Ming couldn't catch a single piece of Yun Qingluo's clothing many times, which made him increasingly irritable.

Yun Qinglu smiled eerily; the opportunity had arrived.

Using the force of Ye Ming's palm strike, Yun Qingluo fell backward, picked up the soft sword, and got up again to continue the attack.

"Do you feel sore all over, as if you can't muster your inner strength, and your movements are becoming increasingly difficult?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ming looked sharply at Yun Qingluo and said, "You poisoned her? How insidious."

Yun Qingluo said, "Isn't kicking someone when they're down insidious?"

Ye Ming said, "This Crown Prince is aboveboard; how could I have taken advantage of someone's misfortune?"

Yun Qingluo said, "Achen was already seriously injured, and you took advantage of his weakness to cripple his arm; Achen clearly has a princess, and you coerced and tempted him to marry your sister."

"The Crown Prince of Dongwu Kingdom, a man of such high standing, resorts to such insidious means; doesn't he fear disgracing the entire kingdom?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ming's voice was icy cold: "Knowing too much is not a good thing."

Yun Qingluo looked at him as if he were a clown.

"If you cripple one of A-Chen's arms, I, the princess, will cripple both of yours."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yun Qingluo quickly dislocated Ye Ming's two arms.

Ye Ming groaned, his eyes fixed on her like sharp blades.

“If you stab A-Chen three times, I, the princess, will stab you six times.”

Yun Qingluo leaped forward, kicking away the sword that was thrown at her, and raised her own sword to slash at him.

Each sword strike carried a bone-chilling hatred and ruthlessness, each strike avoiding vital points, yet inflicting excruciating pain.

Ye Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground; it was the backlash from forcibly using his internal energy.

A hint of fear appeared in Ye Ming's eyes. This guy is a madman, a madman.

"If you dare to make A-Chen divorce his wife, I, the Princess Consort, will ensure that you never have the chance to marry again."

After speaking, Yun Qingluo raised her sword and slashed down cleanly and accurately.

A piercing scream rang out, and Ye Ming's body trembled, his eyes finally losing their previous indifference.

Damn it, how dare she...

"Who...who exactly are you?" Ye Ming gasped for breath, enunciating each word clearly.

She is definitely not that good-for-nothing Yun Qingluo. How could Yun Qingluo have such skills, and how could she possibly know poison techniques?

Moreover, the way he looked at him was as if he were looking at a dead person.

How could this be the look a young lady from a respectable family should have?

Yun Qingluo disgustedly used her internal energy to destroy the sword in her hand.

It's not clean anymore.

She then smiled faintly, "I am A-Chen's queen, his guardian angel! Anyone who hurts me thinks they can get away unscathed? Dream on."

Yun Qingluo raised her hand as if to end his life, but then she heard Mo Beichen's urgent voice behind her.

"Luo Luo, no."

Yun Qingluo turned around and saw the worry in Mo Beichen's eyes, and her mind gradually cleared.

She knew that the Tianmo Kingdom was not strong enough to withstand the wrath of the Dongwu Kingdom.

This person cannot die for the time being.

But Yun Qingluo was still furious, so she rolled up her sleeves and went over.

First grade, "The irritable Luo Luo is online."

Yun Qinglu beat Ye Ming until his head was swollen like a pig's head before she felt a little better.

“Get out…” Yun Qingluo uttered a single word.

She then walked towards Mo Beichen, put her hands on him, and helped him up.

Mo Beichen's voice was indifferent, "You won't give me the antidote?"

Yun Qingluo looked up and saw the suppressed anger in Mo Beichen's eyes, then pouted.

I fed him the antidote and a healing pill.

She then carefully walked to the side and reattached Mo Beichen's arm.

Xiao Yi just told him that A-Chen's arm was only dislocated and can be reattached; it's not really useless.

Yun Qingluo had just finished reattaching Mo Beichen's arm when he picked her up in his arms.

Yun Qingluo exclaimed, "You're still injured, let me go..."

Seeing Mo Beichen's gloomy face, she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Oh no, how am I supposed to appease her?

Mo Beichen used his light-footed skills to carry Yun Qingluo back to the army's temporary camp.

After entering the commander's tent, he walked to the bedside, glanced at the bed, and frowned.

Holding Yun Qingluo in one arm, he took a cloak from the shelf and spread it out before carefully placing Yun Qingluo on it.

He glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Yun Qinglu panicked, sat up and reached out to grab his sleeve, her body falling forward due to inertia.

Mo Beichen turned around, his expression changed, and he caught the person, still feeling a little scared.

"Nonsense." Mo Beichen's voice was cold, with a slight tremor in it.

When Yun Qingluo smelled his familiar cool fragrance, it was as if she had suffered a great injustice. Her longing for him over the past six months had finally burst forth, and her tears flowed like pearls from a broken string.

Now it was Mo Beichen's turn to panic. He was just going out to fetch a doctor to take a look at her, why was she crying?

Yun Qingluo cried so hard she could barely breathe, sobbing as she said, "Achen is bad. I came to find you, and you scolded me."

Mo Beichen took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her tears, hurriedly explaining, "Don't cry, I didn't mean to you."

"You have it, but you still ignore me." Yun Qingluo felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke.

He never yelled at me or gave me a hard time.

"It's okay, it's my fault, don't cry, it's all my fault." Mo Beichen felt a pang of pain in his heart and pulled the person into his arms.

When Yun Qingluo heard the man's tone soften, she slowly stopped crying.

"I was very angry when I saw you were injured. It's all your fault for not protecting yourself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so eager to beat him up."