Mang Ji and his men surrounded Ye Lisheng, the silver sword in his hand gleaming coldly, exceptionally dazzling.

"Get down!" Mo Sheng shouted.

"I am afraid I cannot obey your command, but how can I shirk my duty when my lord is in trouble!"

Having said that, she attacked Ye Lisheng without giving him a chance to speak again.

Ye Lisheng kicked out, and with a flick of her sword, she fell to the ground.

He didn't use his full strength in that kick, otherwise Mang Ji wouldn't have been able to stand up.

After several fierce exchanges, Mo Sheng and his group had lost ground when suddenly a man in black in the distance aimed an arrow at his heart.

In the blink of an eye, just as the arrow left the bow, only one thought occupied his mind: save him.

He felt my warmth and wrapped his arms around his waist.

With a "thud!" sound, the arrow pierced through the flesh of the arm.

Ye Lisheng threw the Purple Flame Sword, which pierced the black-clad man's heart.

I was in so much pain that sweat poured down my forehead, and my vision became blurry, but I could clearly see his anxious eyes and the heavy snow falling like goose feathers.

The sky was already fully bright when the white-clad youth rushed anxiously towards me.

Mo Sheng was kicked to the ground by Yu Shaoqing, who looked as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Young hero, please have mercy! Spare my disciple's life!" Wang Qiaochuan hurriedly pleaded.

Yu Shaoqing paid no heed to his words, and viciously grabbed Mo Sheng by the collar: "You dare to hurt her!"

To think that such a gentle and refined person would be so angry, one can only imagine how furious he must be.

He lay resignedly in the snow, closed his eyes and pursed his lips, saying, "Since there's no going back anyway, it doesn't matter what happens!"

Ye Lisheng tore off a corner of his robe and used it to simply bandage my wound, the whole movement being careful and gentle as he picked me up in his arms.

He said coldly, "Let him go!"

Everyone looked at him with suspicion, thinking they had misheard.

"Your Highness!" Yu Shaoqing asked, wanting to confirm.

"I will make my own decision!"

After saying that, he picked me up and walked outside. Snowflakes were falling, as if trying to cover everything from today.

Legend has it that the Purple Flame Sword was given to Ye Lisheng by a mysterious person dressed in black and wearing a Yaksha mask on the night of his birth.

He used that sword to pacify the four directions, quell rebellions, and wherever he went, rivers of blood flowed.

Crimson curtains hang against the dusty world, a solitary star's shadow is few and far between.

The Purple Flame Sword returned to its sheath, and the plaque bearing the three gilded characters of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion shattered and fell to the ground behind him.

Then his hidden guards appeared and took Mo Sheng away.

When this farce ended, rumors spread like wildfire. I was portrayed as a femme fatale, while he became the ruthless man who stole my love.

As the arrow left my flesh, I screamed in agony, my cries echoing throughout the entire palace.

Ye Lisheng stayed by my side the whole time, and I felt so sorry for her.

"Just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon!"