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Seeing this, Gu Wenzhi put more strength in his hands and tried to pull He Yue away.

"He Yue, listen to me, this person is not worth our time. The fire is getting bigger and bigger. It will be too late if we don't leave now." As he spoke, he looked around nervously.

But He Yue remained unmoved, her eyes never leaving Mu Nanfeng.

It was unknown how long it took before He Yue slowly withdrew her gaze, looked at Gu Wenzhi coldly, and then turned and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Gu Wenzhi hurriedly followed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them jumped out of a window and left the backyard. He Yue looked back at the fire, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Gu Wenzhi pulled her and just opened his mouth to say nothing when he heard a loud bang.

The entire yard was blown to pieces, and the blast sent He Yue and Gu Wenzhi flying.

In the front yard, Mu Han, Li Guihua and others heard the explosion as soon as they entered the mansion, and also felt the ground shaking.

The huge noise attracted many people to come out and see what happened in Prince Shu’s mansion.

Everything happened too fast, and He Yue didn't expect that such a small amount of potion could be so powerful.

They were both caught off guard and were thrown away together. He Yue was thrown onto a tree, then fell from the tree, hit a rock and fainted.

Gu Wenzhi was thrown into a large water tank, which was broken and a cut was made on Gu Wenzhi's arm.

He covered his hands, shook his head, ran to He Yue to check, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that He Yue had just fainted.

Then, regardless of his own injuries, he quickly left the palace with He Yue in his arms.

When Mu Han and the others anxiously ran to the scene, they were stunned by what they saw.

The others in the palace also came running over after hearing the noise. Mu Han grabbed a guard and asked, "What's going on? Where's your prince?"

The guard was also frightened and stammered, "The… the prince… and… and Miss He… are… in this room. The prince… won’t… won’t let us in."

When Mu Han, Li Guihua, Dazhuang, Xiaozhuang and others heard that He Yue was in the room, they all rushed to the ruins to look for her like crazy.

She cried out, "Xiaoyue, where are you? Don't scare me, you said you would be fine, don't scare me..."

"Sister, where are you? Sister...Brother is here...Brother is here to save you."

"Sister...Sister..."

"Yue'er, no, Yue'er will be fine."

The wood in the ruins was still burning. Jiang Lingchuan frowned and ordered the Dragon Guards to hold Mu Han and the others back.

He also ordered people to fetch water to put out the fire. With such a big fire and explosion, if there were people inside, they would probably have been blown to pieces.

Mu Han clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes, filled with anxiety and anger, stared straight ahead.

Li Guihua, who was standing by, kept rubbing her hands, tears welling up in her eyes as she murmured to herself, "Xiaoyue, I want to go find my Xiaoyue. She's waiting there for me to find her."

Dazhuang and Xiaozhuang were also crying, pushing the guards away and going to the ruins to find He Yue.

Although everyone knew that He Yue was probably in great danger this time.

However, their deep concern for their companions and their unwillingness to give up hope made it impossible for them to accept this cruel reality.

"We must find her! Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, we can't give up!" Mu Han shouted loudly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

Jiang Lingchuan wanted to say a few words of comfort but didn't know how to say it, so he just asked the guards to hold them tightly.

Guo Yulan and Lu He rushed over anxiously. They stared with wide eyes and horror at the once beautiful and peaceful courtyard in front of them, which had now become a ruin!

Broken walls and ruins were scattered everywhere, and dust filled the air, as if the whole world had been swallowed up by this sudden disaster.

The two cried out at the top of their lungs, stumbling forward, calling out, "Yue'er, Yue'er..."

The voice was full of despair and sorrow, which was very moving.

Every cry was like a sharp sword, piercing their already broken hearts.

Rumble, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and heavy rain poured down, extinguishing the fire on the ruins.

Although it was afternoon, the sky was covered with dark clouds. The rain soaked the wood and smoke came out, and the entire ruins were filled with smoke.

Accompanied by those heart-wrenching cries that resounded through the sky, Li Guihua and the people around her seemed to fall into an endless abyss of despair.

The crying sounds were like sobbing and complaining, rising and falling, like a sad symphony, flowing slowly in the air, making people feel a low and depressing atmosphere enveloping the surroundings.

Every cry is filled with pain and sorrow, as if to vent all the grievances and unwillingness in the heart.

These cries and shouts intertwined together, forming a powerful emotional torrent that impacted the mental defenses of everyone present, immersing the entire scene in heavy sadness.

After several hours of cleaning, the guards finally cleared the ruins. There was no complete body to be found except for some broken bones.

The guards in the palace were all certain that his prince and He Yue were in this room. In addition, Guo Yulan said that she heard that Li Guihua and others were killed, and after telling He Yue, she also left from this yard.

When the heartbreaking result came out and He Yue unfortunately died, Li Guihua felt dizzy and her eyes went black. Her body involuntarily collapsed and fell straight to the ground.

Mu Han, who was standing by, turned pale as paper in an instant after hearing the bad news. He widened his eyes, unable to believe that all this was true.

Suddenly, a fishy and sweet taste rushed up his throat. With a "puff" sound, Mu Han suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Then his body shook a few times and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The whole scene fell into dead silence and chaos, and people shouted their names in panic, trying to wake up the two people who were knocked down by the sudden blow.

Da Zhuang, like a madman, kept rummaging through the dirt of the ruins. His eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead, and he kept muttering, "It must be here... My sister won't die. She's a fairy, she must not be dead."

Every time he dug deeper, there was dust rising and his heavy breathing.

On the other side, Xiaozhuang sat helplessly on the ground, his small body trembling because of crying.

Tears flowed from his red and swollen eyes like a dam breaking, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath him.

He cried so hard that his breathing became intermittent and breathless, as if the whole world had collapsed.