The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

"Chun Yurong, I'm going to kill you!"

Looking at the corpse of the white tiger cub on the cold floor, Jiang Wumei's eyes turned bloodshot with anger. She picked up a broken chair and smashed it towards Chun Yurong.

Chun Yurong's smug smile froze, and she hurriedly raised her dagger to block, but how could a small dagger block a wide chair?

The wooden leg hit her arm, Chun Yurong felt pain and swung her dagger to stab Jiang Wumei fiercely.

Xiao Tong's consciousness fell into darkness, but he felt his body suddenly become light as a feather. There seemed to be Buddhist chanting in his ears, and he seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and floated towards the big bed.

It seemed like a lifetime, yet also like just a breath.

Xiao Tong's soul suddenly fell, then his hands and feet felt heavy, and his heart began to beat again.

Half a breath later, Xiao Tong, the crown prince of the Great Sage Dynasty who had been sleeping on the big bed for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes. The murderous intent boiling in his eyes almost condensed into substance.

Chun Yurong was pressing the dagger in his hand towards Jiang Wumei fiercely. Looking at the back of Jiang Wumei's hand covered in blood, he found that her strength had weakened. Chun Yurong was overjoyed. Just as he was about to use more force, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Staring at the long sword that pierced Chun Yurong, Jiang Wumei's whole body stiffened. She looked behind Chun Yurong along the sword tip. When she met Xiao Tong's murderous black eyes, the chair in her hand suddenly fell off.

Xiao Tong actually woke up.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness is awake!

Your Highness has woken up!"

The secret guards in the hall were overjoyed. They kicked their opponents away, surrounded Xiao Tong, and protected him tightly behind them.

Xiao Tong suddenly drew back his sword, his brows sharp, murderous energy surging all over his body, and he stood there like a devil demanding death.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Seeing the situation reversed, Chun Yurong's mouth and nose were bleeding. She stretched out her bloody palm and kept reaching towards Xiao Tong, trying to evoke his past tender feelings for her.

But she didn't know that the Xiao Tong standing in front of her was no longer the person who loved her deeply before, but a white tiger cub who had experienced many disasters and was tortured to death by her personally.

Looking at her blood-stained face, Xiao Tong's black eyes showed no fluctuation, only boiling murderous intent.

Without waiting for Chun Yurong to die, Xiao Tong's dark eyes turned and looked at Jiang Wumei, whose hands and feet were cold. Seeing the moisture in her eyes, Xiao Tong's heart twisted, and his deep eyes were filled with a tenderness that could drown people.

wave.

He's finally back.

Holding the long sword that had just pierced Chun Yurong's chest in his right hand, Xiao Tong walked quickly towards Jiang Wumei.

Seeing him approaching with a sword in hand in an imposing manner, Jiang Wumei suddenly came back to her senses. She knelt down in a pool of blood with a thud, kowtowed in congratulations, and Xiao Tong's outstretched arms fell into vain.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, for waking up safely."

Jiang Wumei spoke quickly and urgently, her head resting on the blood-stained floor, wondering how to deal with this man next.

She thought Xiao Tong was probably crazy.

When he woke up, he didn't say a word and just picked up his sword and killed Chun Yurong!

That was Chun Yurong, who ascended the throne with him in the later part of the book, not some random person on the street!

He stabbed her right through without even blinking!

Jiang Wumei thought quickly in her mind, anticipating what she would do if Xiao Tong raised his sword to her next.

But before she could figure out what was going on, a pair of steady and strong arms pulled her up from the ground.

Then a familiar smell of ambergris came to her face, and Jiang Wumei was locked tightly in Xiao Tong's arms.

Their skin touched, and the warmth from their bodies was absorbed by each other. Jiang Wumei twisted her arm uncomfortably, but it made the man's arms tighten even more.

"Niao Niao, I miss you so much."

The man's body was hot, his voice was deep, and the attachment and pain in his tone surprised Jiang Wumei very much.

She was now finally certain that Xiao Tong was really crazy.

Otherwise, he would not have stabbed Chun Yurong to death with a sword and then hugged her to express his true feelings.

This terrifying feeling really makes my scalp tingle.

"Your Highness, Lord Zhao outside seems to be unable to hold on..."

Jiang Wumei was almost suffocating in Xiao Tong's embrace. She resisted the urge to push him away and gave him intermittent reminders.

Xiao Tong kept his arms around her waist without loosening his grip. He raised his head to look at the tragic scene in the hall, his dark eyes suddenly becoming cold.

But when he looked down at Jiang Wumei, the storm in his eyes faded away, leaving only tenderness and sweetness.

Lifting his arms, he carried Jiang Wumei to sit on the big bed. Xiao Tong squatted down and looked up at her sparkling eyes, his voice so gentle:

"Niao Niao, wait for me here."

Faced with Xiao Tong's drastically changed temperament, Jiang Wumei was so nervous that her palms were sweating. Her scrutinizing and suspicious eyes kept wandering over his face, trying to find any traces of disguise.

Unfortunately, she failed.

She could only watch helplessly as the genuine but unconscious Crown Prince placed a light kiss on her lips, then walked out of the palace, stepping on blood, holding a bloody sword.

In the backlight, Jiang Wumei couldn't see his expression, but only heard his bloodthirsty and violent voice echoing throughout the bedroom:

"I am here to protect Concubine Jiang's safety. If any assassins break in, they will be killed without mercy."

"As you command, Your Highness!"

The secret guards did not dare to disobey and all knelt down and responded in a deep voice.

Jiang Wumei sat on the big bed and pricked up her ears to listen to the noise outside the hall.

After Xiao Tong left the hall, there was a period of obvious commotion, and then everything gradually calmed down.

The dust has settled.

Jiang Wumei breathed a sigh of relief, and then she felt a sharp pain in the wound on the back of her hand.

Blinking, Jiang Wumei looked at the white tiger cub lying in a pool of blood on the ground. Tears fell heavily, hitting the wound and making the pain in her chest even more intense.

"Xuetuan'er, Xuetuan'er..."

Jiang Wumei walked forward and carefully picked up Xuetuan'er's body. She gently stroked its blood-stained fur and called out to it with sobs.

Unfortunately, the little guy, who had already passed away, could no longer hold her palm and respond to her touch like before, which made her cry even harder.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Qingzhi was just outside the hall, listening to the intense commotion inside. She had long wanted to rush in, but when she saw Xiao Tong coming out of the hall with a long sword in hand, she couldn't help but kneel down to greet him, covering her lips. Xiao Tong glanced at her, told her to go into the hall and serve the concubine, and then disappeared from her sight.

Qingzhi staggered into the hall and saw his master kneeling in blood and Chun Yurong lying on the ground. He was so scared that he almost knelt down on the spot.

After finally running to Jiang Wumei's side, Qingzhi looked at the wounds on her shoulders and hands, as well as the lifeless white tiger cub in her arms, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"My lady, let me help you up."

The secret guards in the hall were all men, and no one dared to be disrespectful by supporting Jiang Wumei. Qingzhi helped Jiang Wumei sit aside, and looking at the white tiger cub in her arms, tears finally fell.

Jiang Wumei hugged the white tiger cub and cried for a while, but she was still unable to vent the grief and resentment in her heart.

It was not until the fighting outside the hall ended and Xiao Tong, covered in blood, stepped into the hall that Jiang Wumei wiped away her tears and suppressed her sadness.

Everything was over, and the secret guards quickly dragged the corpse out of the bedroom.

Xiao Tong held the bloody sword in his hand, glanced at Chun Yurong lying on the ground, made a gesture behind him, and immediately the secret guards came out and dragged her out alone.

Jiang Wumei's eyes were red and swollen, with traces of tears still on them. When Xiao Tong entered the hall, she stood up, holding the body of the white tiger cub, and waited by the big bed with Qingzhi for him to approach.

Amidst the blood all over the ground, the sight of Jiang Wumei standing alone, holding the white tiger cub, stung Xiao Tong's eyes.

He threw away the blood sword and walked quickly towards Jiang Wumei.