Feng Jiuqing was stunned.

The sharp blade sank into her chest so fast that her pain nerves seemed to have no response, and she saw Nangong Ling suddenly appear in front of her with red eyes.

It wasn't until she felt the coldness in her heart and the sharp pain that felt like tearing that she could clearly see the current situation on the sword blade that reflected half of her face.

"Nan...Gong Ling?"

Feng Jiuqing looked at him as if questioning, but her words came out so feebly.

It's like feeling overwhelmed when someone you trust is suddenly stabbed in the back.

The sword shook.

Nangong Ling's eyes were as red as a devil's, and they changed because of this murmur.

The blood in his eyes faded, and the twisted world returned to its original appearance.

But when he saw the suddenly clear scene in front of him, he wished that what he saw before him was an illusion!

Why is her face so pale and vomiting blood?

Why...his sword would sink into her chest!

His usually cold face showed unprecedented panic. Compared to Feng Jiuqing's confusion, there was only a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"You want...to kill me?"

This was Feng Jiuqing's last voice.

Her distracted gaze fell directly on his face, but she had no ability to focus.

"no."

For the first time, Nangong Ling's answer was so difficult.

The hand holding the sword could not help but tremble.

Feng Jiuqing failed to hear what he wanted to say clearly. She closed her eyes and fell down.

"Sister-in-law!"

The shocking event happened unexpectedly, and everyone thought that time just stood still.

Now that he suddenly recovered, Nangong Yue's screams suddenly came to mind in the carriage.

Nangong Ling held Feng Jiuqing in her arms, with a blank expression on her face.

Immediately when he looked at Nangong Yue's accusing and angry eyes, Nangong Ling looked embarrassed, both in expression and complexion.

He gritted his teeth, ignored Nangong Yue, tapped Feng Jiuqing's acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, and then pulled out the sword.

Despite the wanton crying in the carriage, he never stopped taking Feng Jiuqing out of the carriage.

"Go home!"

This time, his tone was urgent and panicked.

An Qi and others were stunned on the spot.

Why did it become like this?

Everything that happened before them seemed out of control, leaving them at a loss.

"Go back home!" Nangong Ling gritted his teeth, anger vented from his chest, and he gave the order again.

At this moment, the anger all over his body had almost become substantial. His eyes were no longer red, but it made his scalp numb.

"yes!"

An Qi responded with a firm tone, having to put aside the doubts and complicated feelings in his heart for the time being.

The carriage set off in a hurry again, and this time there was no relaxed atmosphere at all, leaving only an extremely depressing feeling of death.

Nangong Ling led Feng Jiuqing on their way back on horseback at a very fast speed.

His face was expressionless, but his heart was like ants frantically eating away at his heart.

And just when he was anxiously trying to use the life-saving medicine collected in the palace to save Feng Jiuqing's increasingly cold body temperature, he saw a figure that had not been seen for many days at the door of the palace.

Qin Hua Wu!

The moment she saw him, Nangong Ling's suppressed emotions suddenly broke through!

He didn't care that the horse had not had time to stop, nor did he care about the shocked eyes of his men who were following behind him.

He hugged Feng Jiuqing, jumped down from the carriage, stood in front of Qin Huawu in a hurry, and held his arm tightly.

"Save her." He almost ordered.

The smell of blood that hit her face made Qin Huawu suddenly change her expression, and the teasing words in her mouth were stuck.

He finally saw the bloody patch on Feng Jiuqing's chest, and then looked at Nangong Ling's unstable breath. He gritted his teeth and said without thinking about anything else, "Quick, get in the house!"

That night, no one in the palace could find peace.

Nangong Ling stood blankly outside the door of Feng Jiuqing's room, listening to the movement inside, and did not move all night.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that the movement in the house temporarily stopped.

Qin Huawuhan walked out of the house menacingly with an indistinguishable face, and his eyes were so cold that they almost killed him.

"If I'm not mistaken, the wounds on Miss Feng's body were caused by you." He looked at Nangong Ling coldly and asked.

Nangong Ling did not deny it.

The words I just wanted to admit were stuck in my throat.

Qin Huawu was angry.

"You're out of control!" He said firmly.

"Yeah." Nangong Ling finally nodded.

However, what was waiting for him was not consideration, but Qin Huawu's sneer.

"You already knew what you would do if you lost control, so I also reminded you to stay away from Feng Jiuqing." He sneered, "But you didn't. And the medicine in my Medicine King Valley cannot be completely ineffective!"

"The only possibility is that not only did you not take the medicine I gave you, but you also deliberately designed it to put yourself in this out-of-control state!"

Qin Huawu's questioning was like a knife, stabbing into his heart one after another.

These are not guesses, but affirmations and facts.

Nangong Ling could not refute.

Yes, in order to lure out the people behind the scenes, he used Feng Jiuqing as bait.

He deliberately showed his closeness to Feng Jiuqing in front of Miaoyu, and also exposed the small bottle of medicine in front of her, making her guess that she had discovered poison in her body.

All this is to make her show her weakness.

Finally, when Miaoyu invited him to put out lanterns, he said that he had something to do and wanted to go back to the palace, but Miaoyu did not follow him because he had something to do.

But the secret guard he placed next to Miaoyu saw with his own eyes that she followed him, and that the flute sound was also played by her.

This proved that the poison in his body was caused by this woman who had always been as weak as a dodder.

…

"Have you finally found that person?"

Qin Huawu had a dark face, and her expression was like she wanted to poke a hole in his body, but her strong self-control ability still allowed him to hold back.

Nangong Ling nodded noncommittally.

He didn't alert the enemy.

"Is she okay?" Nangong Ling finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

Qin Huawu's anger was once again ignited by his words.

"I didn't expect Prince Sheng to be quite concerned about the life and death of a bait."

After a pause, he added coldly, "I've been through hell for a long time. The tire pressure has moved and I can't save the baby."

Nangong Ling hummed silently, but the guilt in her eyes was about to emerge, but when she heard the last two sentences, her eyes were full of astonishment.

"What?" he asked blankly.

When Qin Huawu saw it, if he still didn't understand it by now, then his brain would have been wasted.

"You didn't know she was pregnant?"

Qin Huawu grabbed his collar fiercely and said angrily.

He was sure that the child in Feng Jiuqing's belly was Nangong Ling's. Even if King Sheng used Feng Jiuqing again, he would not be despicable enough to do other things.
Chapter completed!