The Prince Consort's Beloved

While running towards the Hall of Eternal Life, Li Yuanrou was still thinking that if Li Yuming hurt Xiao Luobai, she would kill Li Yuming with the sword in her hand.

She ran a few steps to the threshold, her body stiffened, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw clearly...

The color of Xiao Luobai's back is darker than other parts of his body. It is the color of blood...

Her heart was gripped with a knot, and she did not dare to stop and continued to run forward. She had no time to wipe away the tears from her eyes, as they fell as she ran faster.

She hurried into the Hall of Longevity. Xiao Luobai was kneeling straight in the hall, refusing to surrender like an indomitable warrior.

Li Yuming stood aside, with the stick in his hand lying on the ground, covered in blood.

Li Yuanqi stood not far in front of the two men. He had his back to them and did not look back, as if he could not bear to see such a cruel scene.

Li Yuanrou ran to Xiao Luobai's side. Looking at her bloody back, her heart trembled. She dropped the sword in her hand with a "bang", knelt beside Xiao Luobai, grabbed his arm, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Husband."

She stared at Xiao Luobai's back nervously, so she couldn't see the forbearing expression on Xiao Luobai's face.

Xiao Luobai said nothing and did not move.

Li Yuanrou wiped away her tears and continued to stare at Xiao Luobai's scarred back.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, but did not dare to actually touch. She just stretched out her hand like that, and if her hand was not trembling, one would really think the picture was still.

She looked at Xiao Luobai's miserable back. This broad and strong back had carried her countless times on the road back to Qingmei Garden... back to their home...

She hugged me countless times at night...

The back of the person she loved, which gave her a familiar sense of security, now made her unable to bear to look at it.

Her heart seemed to stop beating, and she felt a suffocating pain coming over her, as if thousands of arrows were shooting at her, an unbearable pain piercing her heart.

It was like a sharp blade was cutting into her soft heart mercilessly and wantonly... torturing her to the point where she was in excruciating pain and felt that life was worse than death.

So this is what it feels like to have a broken heart...

After her brain buzzed briefly, she could even clearly hear her own heartbeat, which was beating very fast.

"Bang bang bang..."

Deafening...

She was like a person with a serious heart disease. Every breath she took was accompanied by inhuman pain that swept through every tiny corner of her body.

Every corner... not leaving out...

She pulled back her trembling hand, knelt down and took two steps to Xiao Luobai's side to look at him. Xiao Luobai's forehead was covered with fine sweat, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trying his best to endure great pain.

She stretched out her trembling hand slowly and carefully grasped Xiao Luobai's big hand that was close to her. Her eyelashes fluttered and a string of tears fell, all dripping onto the big hand she was holding.

She raised her red and swollen eyes to look at him, wanting to ask if he was in pain. She called out in a trembling voice, "Husband..."

She couldn't ask, how could it not hurt? She felt so painful just looking at it, how could it not hurt when he was beaten like this.

Tears filled her eyes and threatened to burst out again. She shouted angrily, "Are you a fool? Do you want to die?"

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but blink again, and another string of tears slid down. She felt her hand being tightened by that big hand. She subconsciously glanced at the hand, and then subconsciously raised her wet eyes to look at Xiao Luobai.

Xiao Luobai pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something. Li Yuanrou just looked at him silently, waiting for him to speak.

Xiao Luobai opened his thin lips and said slowly: "It's okay."

He shut up after he finished speaking, his brows knitted and relaxed imperceptibly, he pursed his lips again and uttered two words softly: "Don't be afraid."

After he finished speaking, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, just like the blood on his white clothes when he was in danger on the way to Guanyun Village, which made Li Yuanrou feel extremely glaring.

Li Yuanrou's face changed drastically, and the two hands that were holding his big palm trembled unconsciously. She exclaimed: "Xiao Luobai!"

She shed another string of tears. She couldn't stop her tears from falling. She didn't even bother to wipe away her tears or take out the silk handkerchief in her arms. She pinched her sleeve with trembling hands and wiped it. She didn't even dare to use the slightest strength.

She felt that he must be in great pain, and she herself must be in great pain too.

Xiao Luobai grabbed her hand that was wiping the blood off him and repeated, "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, his brows wrinkled slightly again, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

Li Yuanrou's tears poured down like an endless waterfall. He always said it was okay, he always said that. No matter how badly hurt she was, he would tell her it was okay and told her not to be afraid and not to cry.

Li Yuanrou finally wiped away her tears and staggered to her feet, feeling a little dizzy.

She steadied herself, ran forward regardless of everything, grabbed Li Yuanqi's arm, and asked sternly: "Yuanqi, what are you doing? Are you crazy? What do you want to do!"

Li Yuanqi didn't turn around or answer her.

Instead, Li Yuming on the side looked at her with complicated eyes.

Li Yuanrou turned her head and looked at the executioner Li Yuming again. Hatred welled up in her eyes, as if blood was about to drip out.

She quickly ran back to pick up the sword on the ground, glared at Li Yuming, and without saying a word, swung the sword and stabbed him without hesitation.

Li Yuming frowned, dropped the board in his hand, and dodged to the side.

She had learned a few simple moves from Qingluan before, but they were not enough to fight against a master. Li Yuming dodged several of her sword attacks.

Li Yuanrou panted heavily, gritted his teeth and shouted with endless resentment: "You bastard, I will kill you today!"

She swung her sword again, but Li Yuming dodged and moved to Li Yuanrou's side, using his wrist to block Li Yuanrou's sword-holding hand. He frowned as if he was displeased, and quickly shouted, "Princess!"

Li Yuanrou ignored him, his eyes fixed with resentment on his expressionless face, and turned the tip of the sword and swung it again.

Li Yuming turned around again and came to a place not far from Li Yuanqi's side. Seeing Li Yuanrou's sword coming down again, Li Yuanqi shouted in a deep voice: "Enough!"

Li Yuanqi finally looked at Li Yuanrou. He frowned and repeated in a low voice: "That's enough, sister!"

Li Yuanrou looked at him blankly, slowly put down the hand holding the sword, and asked in a trembling voice with grief: "Yuanqi, why, why are you..."

After she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly turned cold, with a few tears falling from her eyes, and her voice became higher-pitched, carrying endless resentment.

She asked harshly: "Li Yuanqi, why did you hit him? What did he do wrong? Why did you do this?"

After she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, and the suffocating feeling of impending death came over her again.