Feng Ling's roar echoed throughout the valley.

As Feng Ling's roar fell, Qing Ziyuan's roar followed, "Prince You, wake up and save them! Only Qin Wan knows what the man who took Yue'er away looks like!"

Qing Ziyuan's words were much more effective than Feng Ling's threatening roar. Chu Yan, who was immersed in his own world, finally came back to his senses after hearing this roar.

Yes, only Qin Wan knew who took Yue'er away.

He doesn't care whether Yue'er has lost her memory or left with another man, he will find her.

So, Qin Wan...

brush!

Bang!

The soil and rocks finally couldn't withstand the powerful force of falling and broke apart. At the moment of falling, Chu Yan suddenly made a move and grabbed Qing Ziyuan's arm.

"Chu Yan, kill him, quickly!"

Feng Ling shouted angrily, Qing Ziyuan's sword was right next to Chu Yan.

At this moment, Chu Yan's face was ice-cold, and his eyes had turned bloodshot because of the tears and blood he had shed before. He grabbed Qing Ziyuan with his right hand, picked up the sword with his left hand, knelt on one knee, and looked down at the foreigner below.

It was him who made him penniless today and lost the girl he loved most.

The sword was raised and about to fall from the air.

When the ghost saw this scene, his pupils constricted. His black robe fell down, and his shriveled body swayed in the air. His facial features were twisted together. He saw Chu Yan's actions and shouted hoarsely, "Chu Yan, do you know where Qing Yue is?"

Chu Yan paused with the sword in his hand.

Feng Ling's pupils shrank.

Qing Yue's mind was already blurry, but when she heard the foreigner's voice in her daze, she felt a buzzing in her head.

"They are all lying to you. Pull me up there and I'll tell you where Qingyue is. She's still alive and well..."

"Prince You, he is full of tricks and cruel. He conspired with Qing Yunyao to harm you and my younger sister. Don't believe him. Kill him. Qin Wan can't hold on any longer!"

Qing Ziyuan shouted loudly, his eyes full of fierceness.

"Chu Yan, Qingyue is..."

The ghost shouted loudly.

The next moment, Chu Yan swung his sword violently, the sword energy was like a rainbow, slashing straight at the foreigner's arm that was grabbing Qin Wan's heart.

brush!

Blood splattered, the wrist was cut horizontally, the ghost's sunken eyes were wide open, his face was distorted, and screams echoed through the valley as he fell.

"Qin, Wan!"

The roar, the unwillingness, the hatred were all cut off by this sword, leaving only Qin Wan's son swaying in the wind.

Chu Yan threw away the sword in his hand, knelt on the ground with a muffled groan. He had already been seriously injured, and the sword strike just now had almost exhausted his strength, so he did not give the foreigner a chance to say more. He grabbed Qing Ziyuan and pulled him up, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Pingyang led his men to rush up and saw Chu Yan kneeling on one knee on the ground, holding on tightly.

"Fourth brother."

"Hurry up and save them!"

She screamed in surprise and rushed forward. Seeing the three people hanging outside the cliff, she broke out in a cold sweat. She roared angrily, and the Royal Guards rushed over and hurriedly pulled the people up. After Qing Ziyuan came up, Feng Ling came next, and at the bottom was Qing Yue...

Qing Yue had fallen into a complete coma. As soon as she was pulled up, Feng Ling hugged her in his arms.

Her chest was covered in blood, from the scratches she had received from the foreigner and the mad stabbing he had done to her. There was also a bloody wound on her neck. Her face was pale, her lips were purple, and her eyes were tightly closed.

"Wan'er."

Feng Ling was almost suffocated by the pain. He called out softly, but the woman in his arms didn't respond at all.

"Oh my God, how could this happen? Qin Wan...Sixth Emperor's wife, she..."

Pingyang was also trembling all over. Looking at Qin Wan's miserable appearance at this moment, he felt terrified.

"Your Majesty, take the princess back immediately and summon the imperial physician to treat her with all his strength."

Qing Ziyuan's voice sounded anxiously behind him, but no one noticed that his hands hanging by his side were shaking slightly.

After Qing Ziyuan's reminder, Feng Ling finally calmed down. He picked up Qing Yue and was about to rush down the mountain. However, as soon as he stood up, he felt a sharp pain in his legs. He trembled subconsciously. Qing Ziyuan immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, I apologize for the offense. Let me carry the princess down the mountain."

"No need, I can handle it."

He gritted his teeth and quickly rushed down the mountain.

Even though his legs felt like they were being pricked by needles, he would never let go of her hand again.

No one knew the fear in his heart. He watched her fall off a cliff and watched the foreigner's dagger pierce her body. It was so painful. His little girl suffered so much, why was God still blind?

The wind whistled in his ears as Feng Ling rushed towards Prince Yu's mansion holding Qing Yue.

Qing Ziyuan and Pingyang followed behind, and even Chu Yan followed.

He didn't want to go anywhere now, nor did he want to heal his wounds. He just wanted to ask Qin Wan, who was the man who took Yue'er away? What did he look like?

…

Prince Yu, everyone's eyes were filled with solemnity. Old Wang and all the top doctors in the palace's imperial hospital were inside, trying their best to save Princess Yu.

It’s not only because Princess Yu has a close relationship with the legitimate daughter of the Qing family, but also because of her current status.

She is not only the disciple of Old Man Wushuang, but also the one who cured Prince Yu's legs.

Not only Prince Yu, but also the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine issued orders to rescue the person at all costs.

Qing Yue was not only injured in the heart, but also poisoned. The foreigner had smeared poison on his nails, and the poison entered her body through the blood in the wound.

Many people were standing outside the courtyard of Qingfeng Pavilion, watching as basins of blood were brought out one after another.

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