Emperor Xuan Zhao said in a deep voice, "You must protect my wife on this journey. I want her to be intact. If I am away for something, you must risk your life to protect her."

"I understand," Commander Ye said, his tone solemn and serious.

Emperor Xuan Zhao tightened his grip on the reins. Although he had other intentions with Fu Ronghua, it was not as important as her safety. He had already given up on her once, and this time, he did not want to go to that step again.

The carriage clattered into the official road, and figures passed through the dense forests on both sides.

The secret guard appeared silently, and before they could react, they had already slit their throats with a knife. No one survived wherever they went.

Feng Qing was walking among them, and the soles of his feet were stained with blood, but he didn't care. He squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched the marks, "It seems that I underestimated you. You are not the emperor of the world."

He stood up, his gray robe flowing with the wind, and his long hair was blown up, revealing a few strands of white hair underneath, which were then hidden among the black hair.

His steps seemed slow, but he was a thousand miles in one step, until he stood on the mountain peak, looking down at the team on the official road, his eyes fell on the carriage in the middle, and a chill flashed across his eyes.

Zhao Xiurong, the smile on his lips is cold, I wonder if you are his weakness.

He took you with him on purpose, was it just for show, or was he really worried? His eyes darkened, and he slowly raised the arrow in his hand, facing the stopped carriage.

The carriage stopped, and a woman came out. Then she turned around and helped the woman in a gray-blue dress come out.

The woman wears a curtain hat, revealing only her slim figure. Looking at her figure, she must be absolutely stunning.

The sleeve arrow was aimed at Fu Ronghua's back and heart, with a cold light shining on it.

Fu Ronghua raised his head and saw Emperor Xuan Zhao approaching. He stretched out his hand happily and said, "Young Master," she said as if she was about to throw herself into his arms.

Emperor Xuan Zhao had a smile on his lips, and a cold light flashed across the corner of his eyes the next second. His expression changed slightly, "Fu Ronghua." An urgent voice sounded, revealing a bit of murderous intent and panic.

Before Fu Ronghua could react, her hands were grasped, and she spun around and fell to the side. The curtain and hat were blown off by the wind. She turned her head subconsciously, her jade-like eyebrows and eyes shining in the sun, showing a bit of panic.

A pair of beautiful eyes watched the sharp blade attack her, leaning back.

Feng Qing's pupils shrank at the top of the mountain in the distance. He watched the familiar figure fall, "No."

Feng Qing's hands were shaking. He tried his best to control the air next to Xiujian, trying to change its position.

"Awu!" A heartbreaking voice sounded, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The hosta broke and her long hair fell down. Fu Ronghua felt a pain in her back. She subconsciously opened her mouth and said, "Your Majesty." She faintly uttered two words, and then she fell forward.

Emperor Xuan Zhao held her in his arms and saw the blood flowing from her back. His eyes were splitting as he said, "Here comes someone!"

"Master." Zi Tuo's pupils tightened, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Pfft" Fu Ronghua spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly closed his eyes.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep Ronghua," Emperor Xuanzhao carefully channeled his inner energy to her and protected her heart.

An San retracted his hand, "Fortunately, the arrow deflected at the end and did not pierce the heart. The arrow is not poisonous, so my wife's life is not in danger. I just need to take good care of her."
Chapter completed!