His consciousness gradually dissipated.
The tall body became extremely cumbersome.
As he fell, Sang Yan could barely hold him, and she too staggered.
"Xinyuan!"
She screamed, kneeling to the ground, cushioning his fall with her body.
He Ying lay half on the ground, his upper body nestled in her arms, trying to say something, but he spat out blood.
At that moment, Sang Ruoshui crawled over, trying to push Sang Yan away to embrace the dying man.
She still wanted him to die in her arms.
"Don't touch him!"
Sang Yan slapped her across the face, sending Sang Ruoshui to the ground, stars in her eyes.
"Emperor!"
Pei Muyang rushed in, terrified at the sight.
The guard following him froze on the spot: The Emperor had been assassinated! On his wedding day, the Emperor had been assassinated! And he was critically wounded!
That dreaded husband-killing fate!
"Someone come quickly! The Emperor is injured!"
