Lu Chengyuan clenched his fists and stared intently at the person who had completely lost consciousness.
Under the moonlight, the woman's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and she was extremely restless even in her unconscious state, appearing somewhat weak.
Although they were some distance apart, he could confirm that it was indeed his Ying'er.
Just as the gleaming sword was about to pierce Zhang Ying's body, Lu Chengyuan finally sighed and said through gritted teeth, "Wait, what do you want? Anything but Xie Jingxuan's life."
He stared intently at Jiang Yimian, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.
He now deeply regrets not killing Lu Cijian and this woman in the first place. Otherwise, how could the Lu family have ended up like this?
He wouldn't act so hastily, nor would he be threatened at this time.
Jiang Yimian simply said, "Your Excellency should know very well that I have only one request: withdraw your troops now, and I will release the people in my hands."
Lu Chengyuan merely narrowed his eyes, gripped the bow and arrow in his hand, and remained silent.
Zhang Yi, standing nearby, hurriedly said, "My lord, we must not retreat. Retreating now would be handing over that position to someone else."
"Once we storm in and kill Xie Jingxuan, we'll skin this woman alive and tear her apart to avenge our grievances."
Having finally made it this far, and about to kill Xie Jingxuan, how could they give up halfway?
Lu Chengyuan didn't speak, staring intently at the person on the rooftop not far away. He gritted his teeth, drew his bow and arrow, and immediately shot towards Zhang Ying.
"As I have said, I have no relationship with the Empress Dowager."
As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow in his hand flew swiftly toward Zhang Ying.
Wang San was startled, but the arrow was already upon him, leaving him little time to dodge.
Just as the arrow was about to pierce Zhang Ying's body, a long sword swiftly deflected it.
Jiang Yimian merely glanced coldly at the people below, but she wasn't particularly surprised.
She would be even more surprised if Lu Chengyuan were to give up the throne for Zhang Ying today.
In Lu Chengyuan's heart, nothing could compare to that position.
He probably wouldn't care whether it was Zhang Ying or Lu Lin who were here today.
Besides the throne, the most important thing in this person's heart is himself; nothing else can occupy much of his attention.
Seeing Lu Chengyuan and his men heading straight for the Golden Palace, Wang Sanzhi was terrified and hurriedly said, "Princess, what should we do now? Lu Chengyuan is not threatened at all. If this continues, the Golden Palace will soon fall."
His Majesty is in danger.
If Xie Jingxuan dies, whether it's the Marquis of Anding or the Prince of Chu who becomes emperor, the people of the Great Jin will only suffer even more.
These two people are the same at heart; they don't care about human lives.
Those ordinary people were nothing more than ants to them.
How much concern for the people can someone who can abandon even their loved one in an instant have?
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He quickly put down the person on his back and headed towards the Golden Palace.
Jiang Yimian stopped him directly, "There's no need to go, Lu Chengyuan lost."
Wang San was stunned and hadn't quite reacted when he suddenly heard a rapid sound of horses' hooves approaching from afar.
He was overjoyed and looked up at the Noon Gate, where he saw Lu Cijian riding a fine horse, leading a well-trained army, rushing directly towards Lu Chengyuan's group.
The battle, which was about to end, was turned around instantly because Lu Cijian and his men joined the fray.
Upon seeing reinforcements, Li Duwei and his men, whose faces had previously been resigned to their fate, finally regained their vitality and began fighting the rebels with their weapons.
Xie Jingxuan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Lu Cijian successfully bring the people back. He immediately walked out of the Golden Palace and shouted, "Surrender now, and I will spare your lives. If you remain obstinate, you will be executed on the spot."
Upon hearing this, those who had already begun to waver instantly abandoned all resistance, crouching down with their heads in their hands and begging for mercy.
Seeing that things were not going well, Lu Chengyuan tried to escape, but it was too late. He was instantly subdued by the Hidden Dragon Guards and pinned to the ground.
He was full of resentment and cursed, "Xie Jingxuan, you good-for-nothing, you are not worthy to be emperor. If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. This position is not yours."
And you, Lu Cijian, you will die a horrible death! I am your own father, how dare you treat me like this? You and your stupid mother are both destined to die a horrible death.
You will all die a horrible death.
Lu Cijian glanced at him and said coldly, "Take him away."
Lu Chengyuan and the rebels were quickly taken away, and the injured people in front of the Golden Palace were also quickly taken away by the Imperial Hospital.
Because there were many injured people, almost all the medical officers of the Imperial Hospital were mobilized.
Many eunuchs and palace maids came to help, and the once messy Golden Palace was quickly cleaned up.
Jiang Yimian frowned as she looked at the arrow on Lu Cijian's shoulder.
However, Lu Cijian seemed oblivious to everything and continued to talk to the imperial guards, asking about what had happened earlier.
Jiang Yimian felt a sudden surge of anger.
Ignoring the current situation, he took a few steps forward, grabbed Lu Cijian's sleeve, and dragged him directly into a side hall.
The side hall was unusually quiet at this time, with only a few lamps illuminating the situation inside.
Jiang Yimian pressed Lu Cijian down into the armchair, frowning as she stared at the numerous wounds on the young man's body, and asked, "How did you get injured like this?"
Besides the arrow that pierced his shoulder, the young man had many wounds of varying sizes, some still bleeding, while others had already scabbed over.
His blue brocade robe was stained with blood, making him look quite disheveled.
Especially his handsome face, which now had a bright red mark, made Jiang Yimian's heart tighten.
Lu Cijian smiled, looking at the worried look in the girl's eyes, and reached out to pull her into his arms.
But then he suddenly realized that he had too much blood on him. In the end, he just reached out and pinched Jiang Yimian's face, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, Mianmian, don't worry. I was just afraid that I couldn't get back quickly enough. Fortunately, I made it in time."
While fighting with Zhao Cheng and his men in the suburbs, he was constantly worried about the situation in the palace, but he was trapped there. The more anxious he became, the more frustrated he felt.
Fortunately, seeing Mianmian standing safely in front of him now, he felt as if his heart, which had been tightly squeezed, had finally come back to life.
Jiang Yimian frowned and said, "Let me clean your wound first, just bear with it."
Lu Cijian simply responded, as if he couldn't get enough of the person in front of him, his eyes fixed intently on her, a smile unconsciously playing in his eyes.
Jiang Yimian, however, directly unbuttoned the young man's clothes.
What comes into view are the various scars, large and small, on the wheat-colored skin, some from today, and some from old wounds.
Although most of them only left faint traces, which were barely visible without careful observation, she still felt a little uneasy.
The gaze fell on the young man's left abdomen.
There was a hideous scar that disappeared into her waist, and she was stunned.
Instinctively, I reached out and touched it.
Lu Cijian suddenly grabbed her hand, his breath slightly ragged, "Mianmian, don't seduce me."
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