Chapter 153 Xie Yu's Fate Uncertain

Chapter 153 Xie Yu's Fate Uncertain

Wuying rushed over and reached out to attack Shen Nanzi, but Qinghe blocked her way and was then slapped away by Xie Yan with a palm.

Wuying took several steps back, clutching his severely injured chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Your Highness, I've come to save you."

Xie Yan ignored her and looked at Shen Nanzi. He held her hands in his own, gritted his teeth, and pulled hard, drawing out a string of blood beads.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You stabbed the wrong place. Next time, stab her neck directly."

Looking at the blood-stained gold hairpin, Shen Nanzi realized that he was wearing armor underneath.

Xie Yan took the gold hairpin from her hand and wiped it on his shoulder.

Seeing that the bloodstains were clean, he inserted the hairpin into her hair bun with one hand and carefully adjusted its position.

The voice was coaxing and indulgent, "Come on, come back with me."

Shen Nanzi refused with both hands and tried to push him away, but he picked her up around the waist.

Shen Nanzi was worried about her brother and was eager to return home; she couldn't afford to delay any longer!

She seized the opportunity to grab him with both hands, bit his neck, and threatened, "Let go of me, or I'll bite you to death, you believe me?"

Warm, soft lips pressed against his skin, teeth resting on the carotid artery in his neck, poised to strike.

Xie Yan pressed his cheek against hers and gently rubbed it, but his heart ached terribly.

At that moment, all he could do was frown, forcefully pry open her head, and pull her away from his neck.

Shen Nanzi clearly hadn't expected him to insist on pulling the trigger, and she wasn't about to give up this only chance.

The contest between the two, the tearing of their lips and teeth, ultimately ended with Shen Nanzi's defeat.

She listened to his painful, hissing breaths, looked at the bloody patch on his neck, and spat out the flesh in her mouth in disgust.

With bloodshot eyes, he roared, "Xie Yan! He's my brother, I have to go back! Unless you let me die."

Xie Yan's strength was so great it felt like he wanted to crush her, his forehead pressed against hers. "You want to mobilize troops? You want to break into the Heavenly Prison?"

Shen Nanzi stared at him with hatred in her eyes; he really did know everything.

Xie Yan: "Let me tell you, Shen Nanzi, now that you know your strength, you have made thorough preparations."

"If you go there now, you will undoubtedly be courting death."

Shen Nanzi gritted her teeth: "Even if it's a dead end, I'm going to take it."

If she doesn't leave now, they will take the opportunity to frame her brother.

Then, the older brother is doomed to die.

The next instant, Shen Nanzi felt a sharp pain in her neck, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

Xie Yan looked at Shen Nanzi, who had fainted in his arms, his eyes filled with mixed emotions of heartache and distress.

If he tells her that he is trying to find a solution.

Firstly, she might not believe it.

Secondly, she believed it, and if her expression betrayed it, she wouldn't be able to hide it from the Emperor.

He had no choice but to force her to stay. This time, he was dealing not with anyone else, but with a top strategist skilled in manipulating power.

When Shen Nanzi was carried back to the tent by Xie Yan, her aunt was serving Xie Chengze his meal.

Seeing Shen Nanzi sleeping in Xie Yan's arms, Xie Chengze immediately stood up. "Father, what's wrong with Mother?"

Xie Yan glanced at Xie Chengze, carried Shen Nanzi to the bedside, put her down, and then carefully took off her embroidered shoes.

Get into a sleeping position and cover yourself with a brocade quilt.

She discovered that Cheng'er was already standing by the bed, looking at Shen Nanzi with a nervous expression.

She patted his head and gently comforted him, "Your mother is fine. Let her sleep a little longer. Don't disturb her, okay?"

As she spoke, worried that he might not believe her, she placed his small hand close to Shen Nanzi's nose.

Xie Chengze listened to his mother's breathing before letting out a long breath.

Looking up at Xie Yan, her gaze fell on his neck, where there were teeth marks along the edge.

Looking at her mother again, she saw traces of blood still remaining at the corner of her mouth.

The little child seemed to have guessed something, and his little hands curled up slightly.

Xie Yan had other matters to attend to, so he gave his aunt a few instructions before leaving.

He went outside, paused for a moment on the figure standing outside the door, and then returned to the tent where he conducted official business.

Once inside the tent, he untied his crimson outer robe, and Wuying was already waiting beside him with another robe.

A large patch of blood seeped into the snow-white undergarment.

Seeing this, Wuying quickly went to find hemostatic medicine.

Xie Yan unbuttoned his inner garment and pulled out the fabric that had been pulled in by the gold hairpin.

He couldn't help but hiss coldly.

A bloody hole appeared on the well-defined, firm pectoral muscles.

As the fabric was pulled out, a gush of blood gushed out.

Wu Ying quickly pressed the powder onto the surface with practiced ease.

Xie Yan endured the pain, waiting for the extreme agony to pass.

"Aren't you wearing armor?" Wuying looked at his master, his eyes filled with worry. "Has your heart or lungs been injured?"

Xie Yan shook his head. "She didn't have enough strength."

Wu Ying looked at the bloodstains flowing from under the powder and said coldly, "The Princess Consort is too cruel to you. I feel sorry for you."

Xie Yan: "I was the one who wronged her first."

Wuying kept his mouth shut and said nothing more.

Once the bleeding stopped, Xie Yan picked up a new undergarment. "Where did you go just now? You weren't there when I mobilized the Imperial Guards."

Wu Ying raised his eyes and explained calmly, "Your subordinate has gone outside to receive a message."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his pocket, which was marked with the word "urgent".

Xie Yan glanced at it, took it, and tore open the letter.

The well-defined knuckles spread out the letter, revealing the black and white words on the white paper.

Wuying gathered up Xie Yan's blood-stained clothes and handed them to the guards outside.

When Xie Yan returned, he had already finished reading it.

He walked to the incense burner and lifted the copper openwork lid.

He held the letter to the spark, and moments later, the flames engulfed it.

After the fire had burned out and turned to ashes, Xie Yan clapped his hands.

They walked outside.

Wuying quickly followed.

Outside the Sixth Prince's tent, someone was carrying a wooden basin inside.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Xie Yan walked to the door, and the guard reported to him.

Consort Wei's clearly suppressed voice came from inside, "Come in!"

The guards lifted the curtain, and Xie Yan entered the tent.

Consort Wei stood solemnly by the bedside.

Three imperial physicians surrounded Xie Yu's bedside.

On the ground beside it lay a bloodstained, light blue outer robe.

Steam rose from the wooden basin, and the towel inside was stained with blood.

Xie Yan approached, and Xie Yu lay face down on the bed.

The three arrows in his thigh had been pulled out and treated with medicinal powder; the imperial physician was bandaging him.

The remaining one, located on the back and waist, still stands there in a shocking manner.

Xie Yu's face was turned outwards, his face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were closed, indicating that he had fainted.

Consort Wei, who was guarding the bedside, was even paler. Her hands were clasped together and trembling slightly. She looked somewhat lost and confused.

As a mother, Consort Wei had long since forgotten about the throne and power.

At this moment, I only wish that Xie Yu can get out of danger.

Xie Yan was a veteran of countless battles, and he knew that saying anything at this moment would be superfluous.

Xie Yu's waist injury was fatal.

At this moment, even the imperial physicians were not confident; everything depended on him.

The emperor was nowhere to be seen inside the tent.

Judging from the situation, the Emperor has not yet been informed of the attack on the Sixth Prince.

Xie Yan left the tent.

As soon as I stepped outside, someone came to report to me.

"The princess has disappeared."

Xie Yan's expression changed drastically.