He Lan Tianxia

The commotion was so great that the abbot couldn't help but steal a glance. In that one glance, Murong Junlan's thin rope landed, and with a "Silver Ring Illusion" move, his staff snapped in place.

Having scared the monk away, the old pine tree spirit was overjoyed. It quickly rolled to the woman and began untying the ropes, all the while asking the princess if she was hurt. Just as the old pine tree spirit excitedly pulled the gag from the princess's mouth, suddenly a hand dressed in a monk's robe struck with a sharp gust of wind. Realizing it had been ambushed, the old pine tree spirit bent down and used its half-melted trunk to block the attack, snapping the trunk in two with a crack. As the woman was about to dodge, she heard a thud as a monk's staff fell to the ground beside her, and then Murong Junlan pounced on her, striking her with a vicious palm. Murong Junlan stumbled and fell onto the woman, both of them tumbling to the ground.

Jiang Heluo immediately attacked the abbot. Seeing that things were not going well, the abbot turned around, took back the staff that Murong Junlan had discarded, and fled.

The abbot's palm strike was delivered with full force, and Murong Junlan felt a sharp pain in his chest, unable to hold back the spitting out of blood.

The old pine tree spirit was getting impatient and was about to go over when Jiang He quickly grabbed it, turned around, and chased after the monk. Luo Xie glanced at it, feeling a mix of emotions, but also wisely followed suit.

Yes, let the princess take care of the prince; they need to go and save the old man.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Murong Junlan lay on top of her, the woman disregarding her embarrassment, after all, this man had vomited blood to save her, and she didn't know how badly he was injured.

"My beloved concubine, I'm fine. Are you hurt?" Murong Junlan struggled to get up.

The woman sat up abruptly and reached out to check the back of Murong Junlan's robe to see how badly he was injured. A warm feeling welled up in Murong Junlan's heart at Yan'er's concern, but her unabashed behavior in public made him feel shy. He awkwardly straightened his robe and insisted it was nothing serious. The woman wiped Murong Junlan's mouth with her hand, and said with concerned reproach, "Look, Your Highness, you've vomited blood."

Murong Junlan almost lost control of himself because of Yan'er's charms, and reached out to put his arm around the woman's waist.

"Husband," the woman suddenly called out cheerfully.

"My beloved concubine, do you remember me?" Murong Junlan was excited. He put his arm around Yan'er's waist and kissed her eagerly.

The woman pushed Murong Junlan hard and then shouted, "Husband, go find some medicine. The prince is dazed from his injuries."

"Am I stunned by this?" Murong Junlan's mind hadn't quite caught up yet.

The gorilla that had just rushed in scratched its head, thinking: Where am I supposed to find the elixir?

Seeing that the gorilla didn't move, the woman slapped the monkey's buttocks, and the monkey, in pain, glared and jumped away.

The woman stubbornly led Murong Junlan to the dining hall, where all the monks had vanished without a trace. She wanted to ask about medicine, but there was none. Murong Junlan had originally intended to take a pill, but seeing how concerned Yan'er was about him, he couldn't be bothered. He simply accepted Yan'er's care without a second thought; he hadn't felt cared for in a long time. He didn't care what role Yan'er took him for; as long as her Yan'er was by his side, what did role matter?

Yan'er brought over a basin of water, then took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Murong Junlan to wipe away the remaining bloodstains from his mouth. She then ladled out a bowl of vegetarian porridge and fed it to Murong Junlan, making the Prince Murong think he was dreaming.