Priceless: A widow with a baby asks the prince to marry again

Why? !

How could they compromise because of her! No matter what this madman wants, it will definitely affect their plans, and even the plans of the Great Xia Emperor!

An indescribable feeling of anger and humiliation instantly overwhelmed Liu Rusi's composure! What was the point of trying so hard?!

She had put in so much effort and dedication, from the Medical Conference to the Mobei battlefield, twice working day and night to save the wounded, nearly dying suddenly! She even risked her own life to save King Kang! Every step was treading on thin ice, full of difficulties and dangers! Only then did she achieve this hard-earned situation today!

Victory is in sight, and the dawn of a deal with the emperor and taking control of one's destiny is just ahead!

How could it be ruined by this sudden accident!

The hatred of being abandoned by her parents and murdered by her colleagues in her previous life but being unable to do anything about it; the unwillingness that her happy moments in this life were interrupted and distorted by the fickle fate; and the huge humiliation of being used as a bargaining chip at the mercy of others and dragging down her lover... It was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, erupting in her heart!

A cruelty dormant in the depths of her soul instantly swallowed up all her warmth and tenderness!

Just when Wu Qiri's mind relaxed a little because Chu Shiyu seemed to be about to "surrender", her attention was completely attracted by the negotiations, and she subconsciously loosened her arm a little bit!

Liu Rusi's right hand, which had been quietly retracted in her sleeve, took out a silver hairpin and held it tightly in her hand, like a poisonous silver snake, waiting for an opportunity to strike!

Her eyes held a ruthlessness Chu Shiyu had never seen before, a ruthlessness almost like that of a ferocious beast! It was a cold light that had abandoned all emotion, leaving only the most primitive desire for destruction! Her charming face was twisted with extreme anger and determination, and her usually bright almond-shaped eyes were now bloodshot!

Chu Shiyu saw it! He saw the desperate madness in her eyes! He saw the silver hairpin in her hand, ready to be used! He instantly understood her intention! A huge fear gripped him! He no longer cared about any negotiation strategy, he just wanted to stop her from taking any risks immediately!

"I promise you! Apologize! Let her go! Let her go first!" Chu Shiyu roared with all his strength, trying to use the fastest promise to stabilize Wu Qiri and stop Liu Rusi's actions!

however--

"Pfft——!"

A scalp-numbing sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and tendons drowned out Chu Shiyu's roar!

Liu Rusi struck! Without a moment's hesitation! Without a shred of hesitation! With all her strength and utterly ruthless precision! The silver hairpin, like the fangs of a venomous snake, fiercely pierced Wu Qiri's right wrist, where he was clutching the scimitar! It penetrated all the way to the end of the hairpin!

"Ugh, ahh ...!" Wu Qizhi let out a shrill howl that was not human! The excruciating pain in his wrist and the feeling of weakness from his tendons being instantly severed made it impossible for him to hold the heavy scimitar anymore!

"Clang!" The scimitar slipped out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground!

This sudden change made Wu Qiri's mind go blank! The severe pain made him instinctively loosen his grip on Liu Rusi!

However, Liu Rusi didn't take the opportunity to escape as Chu Shiyu had hoped! Her ruthlessness, suppressed to the extreme, completely dominated her! The moment the scimitar landed, she actually turned around in Wu Qiri's arms!

Her face was stained with splattered blood, and her crimson almond-shaped eyes stared intently at Wu Qiri's face, which was twisted in pain and shock! The blood-stained silver hairpin in her hand, with a chilling murderous intent, stabbed towards his throat without hesitation!

"No!" Chu Shiyu screamed in terror! Because he saw an even more deadly scene - Wu Qiri, in severe pain, pulled out a gleaming dagger from his waist with his left hand like lightning! He was desperately stabbing it towards Liu Rusi's waist and abdomen in his arms!

"Pfft!"

The tip of the silver hairpin pierced his throat fiercely!

Warm blood spurted out like a fountain, staining half of Liu Rusi's face and the hem of her clothes red! Her bloodshot, almond-shaped eyes burned with raging rage and a mad desire to destroy everything! Her charming face was distorted with extreme murderous intent!

She didn't even pause!

With a sudden force from his wrist, he pulled out the deeply embedded silver hairpin fiercely! An even bigger stream of blood spurted out!

Then, the silver hairpin stained with sticky blood, with the determination to fight to the death, stabbed again at Wuqiri's throat, which was bleeding profusely!

"enough!!!"

A bloody hand, like an iron clamp, with irresistible force, tightly grasped Liu Rusi's wrist as she raised it again! The huge force squeezed her wrist so hard that it hurt!

"Don't you want to die?!" Chu Shiyu's roar was like the cry of a wounded beast, exploding in the blood-filled air. "Why do you want to take such a risk?! Why can't you wait for me to negotiate it?!"

He grasped Liu Rusi's raised wrist tightly, with such force that he almost crushed her bones! The wrist was still stained with Wu Qiri's warm blood.

Liu Rusi turned her head abruptly! Her bloodshot almond-shaped eyes, brimming with ruthlessness, were like a burning inferno! Unflinchingly, she met Chu Shiyu's gaze of shock and anger. Her voice was hoarse, yet filled with a determination to perish together with him, she roared at him!

"No reason?! From the moment he chose to use me as a bargaining chip and put the knife to my neck! He will never get anything! He can't exchange me for anything! Never!" Every word was like a spark bursting out from between teeth, carrying with it the immense anger and unwillingness of having his dignity trampled upon!

"But it was so close! You were dead!" Chu Shiyu's voice broke completely, his pale face devoid of blood, and the veins on his forehead throbbing like a dragon! Those deep, auspicious phoenix eyes were now filled with extreme fear and a rage that almost tore him apart! Even a clear layer of watery light uncontrollably filled up, shaking violently in his eye sockets!

"That scimitar!" His voice was trembling, with a strong cry, "If the blade was off by half an inch! Just a little deeper! It would have cut the blood vessels in your neck! Even gods can't save you!" He seemed to see again the scene of the cold blade pressed against her slender neck, his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made him almost suffocate.

His eyes swept across her waist in horror. There, the dagger that Wu Qiri had stabbed in his final struggle had cut through her outer garment, revealing a thin lining underneath. A clear tear was clearly visible! Chu Shiyu's breathing suddenly stopped, and a huge fear instantly swallowed him!

"That dagger..." His voice was choked with sobs, and the burning tears could no longer be suppressed. One by one, they rolled down his handsome but pale face and hit the ground mixed with dust and blood. "...it has already cut through your clothes...just a little bit...just a little bit...it will penetrate..."

Liu Rusi was shocked by the tears welling in his eyes and the heart-wrenching fear. The surging rage and surging cruelty quickly dissipated like the ebbing tide amidst his scalding tears and trembling sobs.

Slowly, truly, she came back to her senses.

Her gaze shifted downwards, landing on the large hand that was tightly gripping her wrist. A sticky, warm liquid was seeping out from between his clenched fingers, dripping... It was his blood!

"Your hand..." Liu Rusi's voice suddenly changed, filled with incredible heartache and immense guilt, "...is it injured?"

The madness and ruthlessness she had felt just now were gone, leaving only a deep sense of worry and fear. She desperately wanted to break free from his grip and check his injuries! Was it from the scratches he had just received while trying to grab the dagger? Or... an accidental injury during her struggle?

Chu Shiyu seemed oblivious to the sharp pain in his palm, still clutching her wrist tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. His bloodshot eyes fixed on her, tears blurring his vision, his voice hoarse and broken: "Don't worry about my hand! Are you okay? Are your neck... your waist... are you hurt inside?!"

His other hand was eager to check the wound on the side of her neck, but he was afraid of hurting her, so he hung trembling in the air.

Liu Rusi looked at him like this, at the lingering tear marks on his face and the fear and heartache in his eyes. Her heart felt like it was hit hard by something, feeling sour and soft.

"I... I'm fine." She tried to make her voice sound calmer, trying to soothe his emotions that were on the verge of collapse. "The neck is just a skin injury... The waist... The clothes are torn, but the flesh is not hurt..."

She gently moved the wrist he was holding: "Let go first... let me see your hand... there's so much blood..."

Chu Shiyu suddenly loosened his grip, as if burned. A deep cut lay on his palm, flesh twitching and blood gushing. It was from the moment he'd tried to snatch the dagger Wu Qiri had thrust at Liu Rusi's waist, and the sharp blade had slashed him. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and grabbed the blade tightly, the dagger would have been...

Liu Rusi gasped! The wound was hideous, blood still gushing out! She immediately tore off a relatively clean corner of her inner shirt, ignoring the stinging pain in her neck, and quickly and carefully tried to bandage him to stop the bleeding.

"Don't move!" Chu Shiyu suddenly pulled his hand back, ignoring the severe pain in his palm, and used his intact hand to hug her tightly in his arms! The force was so great that he almost rubbed her into his bones and blood!

"Rusi...Rusi..." He buried his face deeply in her blood-stained neck, his hot tears soaking her clothes, his hot breath spraying on her skin, carrying with him the huge tremor of surviving a disaster and the endless fear of losing and regaining.

He whispered her name over and over again, his voice hoarse and choked, filled with unspeakable fear and cherishment. "...Don't do this anymore... Please... I can't bear it... I really can't bear it..."

Liu Rusi was held tightly in his embrace, feeling his uncontrollable trembling, listening to his broken whispers and suppressed sobs, her nose lingering with the smell of blood and his crisp, dusty scent. Her stiff body slowly relaxed, and she raised her hand, which was not stained with much blood. After a moment's hesitation, she finally gently hugged his tense back.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice muffled in his embrace, carrying a hint of vulnerability and regret she hadn't even noticed. It wasn't about assassinating Wu Qizhi, but about causing him such immense fear. She knew her reckless madness had truly frightened and hurt him.

The surroundings were deathly silent. The guards stood at attention, and the freedmen watched from afar, their faces filled with a mixture of fear, worry, and respect for Liu Rusi.

Wu Qizhi's body lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, the bloody hole in his throat a horrifying sight. The lightning-fast, desperate counterattack, Liu Rusi's bloody and ruthless image, like a goddess of vengeance, was deeply imprinted in the minds of every witness.

Chu Shiyu hugged her tightly, as if he was holding a rare treasure that had been lost and found again, and was unwilling to let go for a long time.

Until the commander of the personal guards stepped forward and whispered, "Your Highness, we can't stay here for long. Should we escort Madam Liu back to the camp for treatment first? Your injuries also need to be treated..."

Chu Shiyu then slowly raised his head, the tears in his eyes having been forcibly suppressed, leaving only red eye sockets and thick bloodshot. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions, and regained the calmness of a commander.

He looked down at Liu Rusi, whose face was pale and blood was glaring on her neck, and said in a low but unquestionable voice, "Return to camp."

Then, he picked up Liu Rusi horizontally, carefully avoiding the wound on her neck, and strode towards the camp, leaving his personal guards to deal with the scene.

Liu Rusi leaned into his firm, warm embrace, feeling his steady, powerful heartbeat. Her tense nerves finally relaxed. Fatigue washed over her like a tide, and the stinging pain in her neck and the cold touch of the blade across her waist and abdomen became more distinct. She closed her eyes, the bloody battle scene and Chu Shiyu's broken, tearful expression flashing through her mind.

She licked her cracked lips and tasted a hint of rusty sweetness on the tip of her tongue - it was Wuqizhi's blood, which splashed on her lips.

Inside the big tent, the air was as stagnant as a frozen lake.

The flickering candlelight cast a swaying shadow between the two people, but it could not dispel the heavy silence.

Chu Shiyu sat on a chair with his injured right hand spread out on the table. The blood soaked through the makeshift bandage, appearing a dark brown in the candlelight.

His entire body was like a taut bowstring, his deep, unblinking eyes fixed on Liu Rusi, who was bending over to tend to his wounds. His gaze was heavy, a mixture of lingering fear, churning dread, and a near-obsessive scrutiny.

Liu Rusi's movements were still precise and smooth, even with a calculated calmness. She carefully cut open the blood-soaked cloth and used disinfectant to rinse the hideous wound, deep enough to reveal the bone and with the flesh tucked away.

The cold liquid washed over the bloody wound, bringing a sharp sting. Chu Shiyu's brows frowned slightly, but his body did not move at all, as if the pain came from somewhere else, or was nothing compared to the surging fear in his heart at the moment.

"Really, you don't need Ma Fei San?"

Liu Rusi's voice broke the suffocating silence, with a barely perceptible hoarseness. Her eyes were still focused on the wound on his palm, and she didn't look up. Her hand was steady, but her fingertips were a little cool, and when they fell on Chu Shiyu's hot skin, they aroused a tiny shudder.

"No need." Chu Shiyu's voice was low and hoarse, like sandpaper grinding on a rough stone surface.

The huge fear was like an icy tide, still surging and echoing through his limbs and bones. Every heartbeat hit his chest heavily, bringing bursts of dull pain.

The sharp pain in his palm became the only anchor he could grasp at this moment, allowing him to barely maintain a semblance of calm. He needed this pain to remind himself that she was still alive and right in front of him.