After saying this, Ling Qianyi looked deeply in the direction of the room, and after seven full seconds, he left in tears.

Since they were destined not to be together, he let go.

From now on, he will protect her as a friend. If anyone dares to bully her, they are against him, Ling Qianyi!

"cough……"

Jing Yi, who lost his support, coughed twice and his weak body staggered back a few steps.

"Jing Yi!"

Feng Ran came over and supported him, "Are you... okay?"

Ling Qianyi's attack was not gentle, and Jing Yi was covered in wounds. Everywhere visible to the naked eye was covered in blood, and even the bones in places invisible to the naked eye were aching.

It took him several seconds to finally stand firm, and he shook his head stubbornly.

"fine……"

Compared to physical pain, psychological wounds can never be healed.

He held onto the wall, climbed the stairs with some difficulty, and walked to the door.

The door was ajar.

Yunying lay quietly on the bed.

There was such a loud noise outside, it was impossible for her not to hear it. Didn't her silence show her chilling heart?

Jing Yi sipped the bitter taste of blood in his mouth, stood for a long time, looked at her for a full quarter of an hour, then turned around, took a deep breath, and said:

"Bring me my sword."

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Chen Palace.

Yue'er took care of the two children as usual, putting them to sleep, washing their toys, cleaning the table, and was busy here and there.

She was holding a basin of freshly washed clothes and hanging them out to dry in the yard.

Outside, there was an urgent voice:

"Master Jing... do you have something urgent to do... let me inform you... wait..."

The footsteps were very fast, coming from far away in just a few breaths.

It will be here in the blink of an eye.

Jing Yi came with a sword in hand, covered in blood, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent, and he walked straight towards Yue'er.

When Yue'er heard the three words "Master Jing", she felt a little happy.

But when she saw the man approaching quickly with a chilling aura around him, with the sword in his hand pointing straight at her, she was so scared that her face turned pale and the basin fell to the ground.

Clang——

“Jing, Jing…Ah!”

A sword stabbed at him.

Yue'er was so scared that her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground.

When Jing Yi was about to strike with his sword again, a cold wind suddenly appeared:

"What does Master Jing mean?"

He drew his sword, stood in front of Yue'er and blocked the attack.

Yue'er quickly got up and hid behind Hanfeng, "Master Hanfeng, save me!"

"Don't be afraid, Miss Yue'er!" Han Feng liked Yue'er anyway, so he naturally stood on Yue'er's side.

Jing Yi's eyes were cold, and he raised the sword in his hand again, bypassing the cold wind and pointing it directly at Yue'er's brow. He squeezed out a few cold words between his lips and teeth:

"Gu's family, dinner party, gunpowder explosion, Zhang Fei's death, Yun Ying's bamboo flute."

With every word she spoke, Yue'er's face became uglier.

"You did it!"

Yue'er's heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat almost jumping out of her throat, almost breaking her defenses.

How could Master Jing know...

It had been half a year since the Gu family dinner. Wasn't it over long ago? How come Master Jing suddenly found her?

If the princess knew what she had done...

No!

No!

She must never admit it!

Yue'er was panicking, but she clenched her hands tightly, forced a straight expression on her face, gritted her teeth, and said with an angry look of being wronged:

"What does the Gu family dinner have to do with me? What does Zhang Fei have to do with me? I have no grudge against him, so why would I want to harm him?"

"Jing Yi, aren't you just relying on my fondness for you to slander me unscrupulously? I never thought you would be this kind of person!"

"Although I am a servant of low status, I cannot bear this unjust humiliation in vain!"