GTB Chapter 212

Chapter 214 Are you going to die with him?

Mu Qing wanted to say that it wouldn’t be of much use for her to go alone, as it wouldn’t change the current disadvantageous situation.

But she couldn’t say that, so she comforted Jiang Jiuchu, “Your Highness, Crown Princess, don’t worry. The blood on His Highness’s body is from the enemy. He’s not injured. If I go, His Highness will definitely be distracted worrying about you.”

Jiang Jiuchu didn’t say anything upon hearing this, her gaze returning to the center of the fighting crowd.

Mu Qing was right, she couldn’t distract him, but when she saw a black-clothed man’s sword slash across Shí Yan’s arm, her face turned pale instantly.

She grabbed Mu Qing’s arm and ordered in a threatening tone, “Go help your master, don’t worry about me, or I’ll go myself.”

Mu Qing grabbed Jiang Jiuchu, who was taking a step forward, “This servant will go, Your Highness, Crown Princess, please don’t go forward.”

Mu Qing had been itching to go forward since she saw the hidden guards falling one by one. Now that her master was injured and the Crown Princess was threatening, she naturally had to go.

But Mu Qing’s idea was correct. No matter how skilled she was in martial arts, in the face of a large number of assassins, adding her would have little effect.

Suddenly, another hundred or so black-clothed men poured out from the front.

Shí Yan’s eyes darkened at the sight, his thin lips pressed tightly together. The sword energy in his hand instantly became even more fierce. At this moment, his mind was filled with the thought that if he died, Jiang Jiuchu must live well.

He suddenly felt fortunate, fortunate that they weren’t in a hurry to have children, otherwise, if he died, she wouldn’t be able to get anything good either.

His thoughts and his body seemed to be in two different dimensions, until the black-clothed men rushing out in front bypassed them one by one, did he realize something was wrong.

Looking at the black-clothed men heading towards Jiang Jiuchu, he didn’t have time to think, his face instantly turned pale. However, being tightly entangled, he couldn’t break free at all.

He could only resist while looking back. Just as he was distracted, a black-clothed man’s blade fell on his back, and blood instantly spilled out, staining his back red.

Not far away, Jiang Jiuchu watched another batch of black-clothed men appear, and felt as if all the blood in her body had congealed.

She frowned, tears falling from her eyes involuntarily, falling into deep despair.

However, just as she hesitated and took a step forward, she saw the batch of black-clothed men bypass the fighting and head towards her.

She was instantly stunned, staring fixedly at the people walking closer to her. The person running towards her in the front was wearing an ink-blue narrow-sleeved outfit and a silver mask.

Her gaze moved down, and when she saw the Xuan Iron Bracer on his wrist, she finally recognized the person.

“Brother Fu…”

Song Fuge looked at the tearful, helpless Jiang Jiuchu, and his heart ached. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, “It’s me, Chuer, don’t be afraid, I’ll take you away now.”

As Song Fuge spoke, he reached out to grab Jiang Jiuchu’s wrist.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Jiuchu grabbed Song Fuge’s arm with both hands and said in surprise, “Brother Fu, are you here to save us? Hurry up and have your men save Shí Yan.”

She didn’t understand why Song Fuge was standing still when he had brought so many people.

“Chuer, I’m here to save you. As for His Highness the Crown Prince, someone paid for his life. I won’t kill him, but I can’t save him either.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s face shook, and she looked at Song Fuge in surprise, completely not expecting that Song Fuge had brought so many people but wouldn’t save Shí Yan.

She slowly released Song Fuge’s arm, looked at Song Fuge, her voice with not much pleading, but more of a sense of loss after joy, “Brother Fu, can’t you really save him?”

Seeing that Song Fuge didn’t speak, she pulled out an ugly smile, “It’s okay, Brother Fu must have his reasons for not saving him. Chuer doesn’t blame you, but I can’t go with you.”

She looked at the fighting crowd in front. She could see that Shí Yan’s sword was no longer as sharp as it had been at the beginning, and the clothes stained red on his back were clearly his own blood.

She pursed her lips, raised her foot and walked forward.

Upon seeing this, Song Fuge turned around and grabbed Jiang Jiuchu’s arm, asking as he looked at her back, “Are you going to die with him?”

Jiang Jiuchu paused, concealing the look in her eyes. She turned her head and smiled as she spread out the hairpin in her hand to Song Fuge, “Brother Fu is joking, I’m going to help him. Although I don’t know martial arts, I can stand a little further away and use this hidden weapon to shoot them.”

“Brother Fu knows, I’m pretty accurate with my shots.”

Song Fuge looked down at the hairpin in Jiang Jiuchu’s hand. It was a hidden weapon, but it wasn’t the one he had given her.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Jiuchu lowered her eyes slightly and looked at the hairpin in her hand, saying, “This was made according to the hairpin Brother Fu gave me. Before, when I attended the palace banquet, I was able to avoid the villain’s trap thanks to wearing the peach blossom hairpin that Brother Fu gave me.”

“Speaking of which, I really have to thank Brother Fu. Whether it’s Brother Fu himself or the things Brother Fu gave me, they have saved me many times. Thank you, Brother Fu.”

After she finished speaking, she wanted to forcefully break free of her wrist, but Song Fuge didn’t loosen his grip at all.

Seeing that he wouldn’t let go, Jiang Jiuchu said urgently, “Brother Fu, let go of me.”

Song Fuge didn’t respond, but instead gave an order to the people behind him, “Save people.”

After he finished instructing, he looked at Jiang Jiuchu, let go of her wrist, turned around, and led his men towards the fighting crowd.

His footsteps were fierce, and his sword was like a rainbow, as if he wanted to vent all the pain in his heart.

He knew that Jiang Jiuchu was using words to trick him for Shí Yan’s sake, but he had no choice.

He couldn’t watch her die, and he didn’t want her to hate him for the rest of her life.

Jiang Jiuchu watched the large number of reinforcements rush over, and a smile of resurrection appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She looked at Song Fuge’s back, thinking that if Song Fuge caused trouble because of this, she believed that Shí Yan would definitely help him without her saying anything, and she would definitely make Shí Yan help him.

Shí Yan, who was already exhausted, saw the black-clothed men rushing towards him and Jiang Jiuchu, who was still standing well not far away. While relieved, his gaze fell on Song Fuge, who was wearing a mask, and he had a hint of understanding in his heart.

Song Fuge had come to save Jiang Jiuchu, and he also knew that there were many assassins invited by the three parties, so he mobilized all the manpower that Mo Feng Pavilion could mobilize.

With the addition of his large number of people, the situation instantly reversed.

One of the black-clothed men leading the team saw that the situation was not right, and his gaze fell on Jiang Jiuchu in the distance.

Then his eyes turned, and he deliberately retreated to an inconspicuous corner while fighting, and ordered to the black-clothed men beside him, “Follow me.”

Jiang Jiuchu, who was in the distance, watched the rapidly changing situation, and her heart relaxed. Just as she was about to find a place to sit down and rest, she saw seven or eight black-clothed men heading towards her.

Her face changed, and she immediately wanted to run backwards, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was inappropriate.

If she ran backwards, not only would she not be able to escape, but she would also be further away from Shí Yan and the others, which would be even more unsafe.

Her mind was racing, and her eyes stared straight at the people coming towards her, her brain gradually blanking out.