If she could hold on, she would live!
Mo Ruo couldn't care less anymore. He tore off Ji Yunshu's clothes, revealing her blood-stained back.
At this moment, blood was still flowing out from her wound.
He picked up a silver needle and warmed it over the candlelight before piercing it into the back of Ji Yunshu's neck.
Then, he pierced a few more into her head, back, and ears …
Very soon, her bleeding had stopped!
Mo Ruo suddenly looked at Jing Rong with a serious expression. "I'm going to pull the dagger out for her now, but …"
"She can't die."
"Jing Rong …"
Jing Rong suddenly roared. "I said, she can't die. This prince will not allow anything to happen to her. Do you understand?"
Mo Ruo knew how Jing Rong was feeling at this moment, so he didn't react to his agitated words.
He explained the situation to Jing Rong in a softer voice. "Jing Rong, you should know that once the dagger is pulled out, she could die or she could live. The chances are fifty-fifty and it's not something I can control. If she can endure it, then she's lucky."
Jing Rong's mind was blank!
Suddenly …
Ji Yunshu let out a "Uh."
Jing Rong immediately pushed Mo Ruo away and leaned against the bed, holding her pale fingers tightly.
She struggled to open her eyes, pouting her pale lips. "Get out, let … him pull it out."
"Yunshu …"
"Get out."
If she really couldn't endure it and died, she didn't want him to see the moment of her death.
Jing Rong looked at her, tears falling down his cheeks.
Mo Ruo tried to persuade him, "You go out first. I promise, I will do my best to protect her life."
His tone was firm!
With a promise.
Jing Rong reached out and brushed away the hair that fell on her face. "You said that no matter what happens, you will stay by this prince's side. This prince wants to bring you to the grasslands, to ride horses and shoot arrows, and to the snowy mountains and the Gobi Desert. You said that there are beautiful Gesang flowers there, and you want to see them the moment you open your eyes. This prince promises to bring you there. You must also promise this prince that you won't let anything happen to you."
She smiled, but she didn't have the strength to.
。
Jing Rong let go of her hand and pushed himself up.
He looked at Mo Ruo and said, "Please."
"Mn." Mo Ruo had never been so serious before.
Jing Rong and Tang Si went out.
He looked down with bloodshot eyes. The entire inn was like a sealed bloodthirsty field. Apart from slaughter, there were only bloodstained corpses.
Jing Yi!
Do you really want to be this ruthless?
He clenched his fists tightly inside his clothes.
He tilted his head and looked at Wen Xian, who had been guarding the door, and said, "Take care of the people inside."
"Don't worry."
The next moment, a ruthless killing intent flashed in Jing Rong's eyes. He stomped on the ground and jumped down. He snatched a sword from one of the guards and brandished it, starting a massacre.
He would kill anyone who dared to charge at him without mercy.
Tang Si pulled out her braid and followed him down.
"You bunch of people, how dare you hurt Ah Ji! I'll take your lives!"
With a wave of the whip, it wrapped around a person's neck and strangled him to death.
"It's time for my whip to taste some blood."
An endless massacre began.
In the house.
Mo Ruo said to Ji Yunshu, "Miss Ji, you must endure it."
"Go ahead."
"I've already sealed your acupoints to lessen the pain, but it'll be eighty percent painful. You'll have to grit your teeth and endure it."
"Mm."
She was ready!
Mo Ruo rolled a towel into a ball and put it in her mouth.
This woman had a weak body. She would have to lie in bed for a few days if she was sick, let alone with a dagger in her back.
Endure it and you'll live!
If you can't, you'll die!
Mo Ruo took a deep breath. He had never been so nervous before. If it was someone else, he wouldn't have been so nervous when he pulled out the dagger, but the one lying on the bed was Ji Yunshu.
If something unexpected happened, Jing Rong probably wouldn't be able to live either.
He clenched his fist tightly and concentrated. Just as he was about to pull it out …
Ji Yunshu begged him, "Mo Ruo, can you promise me one thing?"
"Say it."
She opened and closed her mouth as she struggled to speak. "If, if I die, please … please tell Jing Rong that he must … must take good care of Wei Yi. Never … never let him know of his past. If it's possible … send Wei Yi away. It's better if he leaves the Great Lin."
"Teacher Ji, don't say anything."
"Also, you have to tell Jing Rong to … live well and not do anything stupid. Also, tell him to burn my body and scatter my ashes into the sea."
"Teacher Ji …"
"Promise me."
Mo Ruo said, "Alright, I promise you. But I don't think I'll have the chance to help you convey it, because you'll definitely be fine. Because I promised Jing Rong that I wouldn't let anything happen to you."
Ji Yunshu gasped for air, unable to utter a single word.
"I'm going to pull it out. Bear with it."
Ji Yunshu put the towel in her mouth and bit it tightly.
Mo Ruo's grip tightened.
Then …
His wrist tightened.
"Ah!"
A voice that seemed to pierce through the heavens rang out from the room.
It reached Jing Rong's ears, who was in the middle of a massacre on the first floor. His nerves were stimulated by that scream.
He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the assassins like a greedy vampire.
Blood stained his entire body.
His face was also covered in blood.
He looked like a bloodthirsty cheetah.
No one had ever seen him like this before.
In the time it took to brew a cup of tea, almost all the assassins in the inn were beheaded. Only two remained.
The two immediately threw down their swords and surrendered.
"Prince Rong, please spare us. We were only following orders."
Jing Rong held the bloody sword in his hand. His bloodthirsty eyes were filled with endless murderous intent.
He looked coldly at the two men kneeling on the ground.
He raised his sword.
"Why did you give the order?"
The two men said in unison, "Prince is not allowed to take a step into the capital."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Rong raised his sword and swung it down, severing their throats.
Dead!
He didn't give them a chance to live.
Blood stained his robe.
His light blue robe was dripping with blood.
Lang Po hurriedly said, "Your Highness, you …" He didn't dare to ask.
Jing Rong coldly looked at the countless corpses in the inn. The air was thick with the stench of blood.
He threw away the bloody sword that he was talking about!
He threw it into the blood amber.
His sinister eyes narrowed as he ordered, "Throw all these corpses into the mountains to feed the wolves. I want them to die."
Ugh!
Lang Po was still shocked.
When did his Highness become so cruel? No matter how angry he was, he would never say that he would throw the corpse into the wild to feed the wolves.
But —
"Yes!"
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