Yan Huai's men were responsible for dealing with the rebels, while Chi Yan led a team to search for Feng Zhiwen's whereabouts.

Feng Yuan jogged after him, his face full of anxiety: "Zhiwen! Zhiwen, where are you?"

A fire was burning in the woodshed, drawing attention. Chi Yan's heart sank: "Someone, over here!"

When Feng Yuan arrived at the woodshed, he saw the tightly locked doors and windows and felt that the worst was to happen. He staggered and fell to his knees, letting out a heartbreaking wail:

"Zhiwen, my son!"

He lunged forward, tears streaming down his face; his pitiful state was enough to bring tears to anyone who saw him.

However, the two guards firmly stopped him: "Old man, please don't make things worse! Leave this to us!"

Chi Yan stepped forward, drew the knife from the guard beside him, and slashed at the lock on the door. Sparks flew as the lock remained firmly in place.

Chi Yan immediately went to the window and kicked it. Although it was covered by a wooden board, it was not difficult for him. The board seemed to be loosening slightly.

He mustered all his strength and kicked the window several more times until it finally opened. A wave of scorching heat rushed out, and Chi Yan felt that there was little hope.

He leaped in, only to find Feng Zhiwen lying on the ground not far from the window. He went over and frowned at Feng Zhiwen's disheveled appearance; it was worse than he had imagined.

Feng Zhiwen, with a dazed look in his eyes, clung to his arm and vaguely called out "Cousin" twice before fainting.

"Zhiwen!"

The thick smoke made it impossible to open one's eyes, and the roof beams seemed on the verge of collapsing at any moment. Chi Yan scooped the person up and shoved them out through the window.

The guards caught Feng Zhiwen, but he himself fell behind by a step. In that instant, the broken roof beam fell and hit him hard on the arm.

The guard gasped, "Lord Chi, are you alright?"

The beam was still burning, no different from a red-hot branding iron. If it hit you like that, your skin would definitely be burned!

A burning pain shot through his arm. Chi Yan frowned and shook his head: "It's alright. Go help His Highness. Don't let a single person escape!"

As Yan Huai stepped inside, he saw the guards and the rebels in the courtyard locked in a fierce battle. However, the rebels were outnumbered and were merely putting up a desperate struggle.

His gaze suddenly fell upon a direction where the rebels were vaguely gathering, as if they were trying to conceal something.

Knowing the tactics well, he realized something: that was probably where the enemy's leader was!

Yan Huai's eyes sharpened, and he quickly gave chase. In his haste, he caught a glimpse of a fleeing figure. The distance was too great to catch up with, so without hesitation, he immediately raised his bow and arrow, drawing the bow and releasing the arrow in one smooth motion!

The arrow flew straight out of the bow and struck the man squarely in the heart!

Yan Xingzhou paused, staggered a few steps, slowly lowered his head to look incredulously at the arrow in his chest, turned around and met Yan Huai's gaze across the crowd.

Yan Huai frowned slightly because the other person's face was covered with a veil, revealing only a pair of eyes, which were full of gloom, as if hatred was burning inside!

Those eyes... seem so familiar.

Without time to think, he pursed his lips and ordered in a deep voice, "Seize him!"

Immediately, the guards all chased after Yan Xingzhou.

His subordinate helped Yan Xingzhou up, his eyes filled with anxiety: "Your Highness, hurry! They're catching up! Take the secret passage; someone will meet you there!"

Driven by a strong will to survive, Yan Xingzhou took a step forward, clutching his chest and stumbling towards the backyard.

Behind him, a dozen or so bodyguards risked their lives to stop the pursuers.