After a long time, just when Ning Yao was about to die, Yan Junqing resisted the urge to chop him with a knife, suddenly let go, gritted his teeth and said: "Tie him up. If your majesty makes a mistake, he will be cut into pieces with a thousand swords!"

"Yes." The guards responded repeatedly, thinking in their hearts, they have never seen such a murderous Yan Junqing. Sure enough, Your Majesty is the Prime Minister's counterpart...

Ning Yao fell to the ground in great embarrassment, and before he could catch his breath, he was tied up and taken out by the guards.

The aura of repressed guilt lingered around Yan Junqing, who couldn't get rid of it. His face was pale, and he couldn't breathe with heartache. He held on to the already broken door frame slumped.

If it hadn't been for him, Ye Jiangxue would have been fine. If it hadn't been for him, Ye Jiangxue wouldn't have gone to his wing. If it hadn't been for him, Ning Yao wouldn't have set fire to commit murder...

Everything happened because of him. As long as she could be safe and sound, what would it matter if she had to pay for it with her life?

Ye Jiangxue, who was still covered in blood, was still in his mind. He felt dizzy and couldn't hold on any longer. He knelt down on the ground, groaned, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The heartache that had been pent up for a long time finally surged forward. His face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. His white hands tightly grasped the thorny door frame, and blood poured out.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister Zuo, please come over quickly!" A bold and arrogant voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Junqing raised her eyes and glanced at the plain-looking guard, then flew up, her white clothes flying, and went straight to Ye Jiangxue's residence.

In front of the carved pear wood door, Yan Nian's green shirt floated, standing with bare hands. His delicate facial features were full of heartache. He stared at the closed door, and the heartbreaking pain surged out.

"How is your Majesty?" Yan Junqing landed steadily, stopped beside Yan Nian, and asked anxiously.

For a moment, he saw an inexplicable emotion in Yan Nian's body. It was not the loyalty between monarch and minister, but something that could only be revealed between a simple man and a woman.

"Hua Qianmo is inside." Yan Nian looked back and stared at Yan Junqing's lavender eyebrows carefully. In his memory, Yan Junqing's eyes were pure black, not the deep purple they are now.

When he heard that Hua Qianmo was inside, the depth in Yan Junqing's eyes deepened, and he felt a little relieved.

Although Hua Qianmo is said to have a bad character and has a deep hatred for Ye Jiangxue, his medical skills are indeed superb and people have to admire him.

In the side room, the gauze was fluttering lightly, and the flowers were busy. Next to them were two maids who had some knowledge of medicine. They were carrying water and gauze, and they also had no time to spare.

Ye Jiangxue had already fainted from the pain. There were beads of sweat on her forehead and her brows were furrowed. Even though she had fainted, she still bit her lips to prevent herself from making any sound.

Time flowed slowly as they hurriedly carried out pots of blood and bloody gauze. The strong smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of locust flowers spread freely, lingering around, making it strange and unpredictable.

Yan Junqing and Yan Nian looked at the copper basin filled with red blood that was brought out by the maid's delicate hands. Their pupils suddenly shrank and they suddenly felt distressed.

Nothing will happen to her... Don't let anything happen to her... The whole world depends on you alone, how can you leave your country and your love behind...

Yan Nian couldn't stand it any longer, so he turned his back, stiffening his spine and trying to straighten his waist.
Chapter completed!