The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack: The Evil King's Doctor Consort's Ent

Chapter 49 Will I Get Killed by a Fall?

The army behind Mo Jiuxiao immediately erupted into chaos. Seeing their prince suddenly break out of the ranks and face thousands of arrows, the soldiers in the front row holding shields could no longer stand still and all rushed forward.

The suspension bridge was draped with giant logs, and countless footprints were left on it.

The suspension bridge trembled slightly, as if it might collapse at any moment from being squeezed.

A loud shout came from beside Murong Zhe: "Your Highness, those people are rushing over!"

Murong Zhe turned his head to look at his subordinates, a faint dark light flashing in his eyes. He raised one hand and looked coldly at the approaching figure below: "Ignore them, aim all at Mo Jiuxiao."

He stood on the city wall and suddenly looked down, only to see a scene that shocked him.

One of his lieutenants, who was protecting him, noticed that his master's gaze was a little strange and lowered his head in the direction of his eyes.

Then you can see a somewhat frail figure hanging on the high city wall.

Gu Lingzhi's entire body swayed in mid-air, the veins on the back of her right hand were bulging, she was clenching her teeth tightly, and there was a hint of bloodshot in her eyes.

Her left shoulder, pierced by an arrow, slumped limply. Her body was pressed against the wall, all her weight resting on her single arm.

Hang in there a little longer... just a little longer!

Gu Lingzhi silently chanted in her heart, but the sweat on her palms increased, and even with all her strength, she could only barely hold on.

If the wind had been any stronger, she would have fallen.

The city wall was a full twenty meters high. If she fell from that position, even if she didn't die, she would be crippled.

Gu Lingzhi felt a chill in her heart, tilted her head back, and squinted at her palm.

She tried to move her left hand, but every time she did, a piercing pain spread through her heart.

Something's not right. Although Murong Zhe really wanted to kill her, he didn't need to launch a sneak attack at all.

The only person who could have done this was Gu Fuling, who was still hiding in Linyang City.

A flash of annoyance crossed Gu Lingzhi's eyes. She looked down at the ground, which was still quite far away, wondering if she would die if she fell.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from behind.

The syllables seemed to carry a rhythm, pounding against her heart. The rain of arrows, at this moment, seemed to have created a bloody apocalypse.

Gu Lingzhi wanted to turn around, and she moved with difficulty, but saw a figure appear on the ground not far away.

The silver armor, even without the firelight, was still very conspicuous in the moonlight, and this made it a target for the rain of arrows.

She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but her throat felt blocked, preventing her from making a sound for a long time.

how come?

Why would Mo Jiuxiao come to save her?

She was nothing more than a lowly female slave on the border, a criminal with no memory of her former glory. Without any status or background, she was essentially useless in this dog-eat-dog world.

Mo Jiuxiao, the dignified Ninth Prince of Beiyi, the most legendary war god prince in the entire Beiyi Kingdom, actually rushed into the arrow formation for a mere female slave.

In an instant, Gu Lingzhi's heart felt as if it had been hit by a light but not heavy blow, and it couldn't help but pound violently.

Her eyes flickered as she stared intently at the approaching figure.

The long, gleaming silver sword danced fiercely, slicing the arrows in half and sending them hurtling into the rain of arrows, yet Mo Jiuxiao showed no sign of retreat.

The soldiers behind them shouted and charged through the encirclement as if their lives depended on it, with many dying under the arrows.

Gu Lingzhi, who had originally intended to let go, found herself gripping his hand even tighter.

The thought that someone was rescuing her gave her an inexplicable surge of strength.

Neither hatred nor resentment had the power to make her more convinced that she could survive.

Clinging tightly to the high wall, Gu Lingzhi raised her chin, and a glimmer of light burst forth from her bloodshot eyes.

Murong Zhe looked down from the city wall at this scene and suddenly felt his heart clench.

A strange emotion spread through his heart. He didn't know why, but he had an impulse to save Gu Lingzhi.

Turning around, he asked his men, "Do you have any rope?"

"What does Your Highness need the rope for?"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Murong Zhe's eyes. The man realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly ordered preparations to be made. Murong Zhe hung one end of the rope on a pillar on the city wall and lowered it down.

He was waiting for Gu Lingzhi to make her choice.

Even if Mo Jiuxiao broke through the encirclement, he might not be able to save her alive. But now, as long as Gu Lingzhi grabs the rope, he will definitely pull her up.

A faint, meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Faced with life and death, he wanted to see how Gu Lingzhi would choose.

Should they die with Mo Jiuxiao, or seize this chance to live and follow him?

What Murong Zhe really wanted to see was Mo Jiuxiao's final expression.

The person he risked his life to save was simply rescued by someone else. Even when he died in the end, Mo Jiuxiao probably wouldn't be content with that.

"Your Highness, we're very close!"

The deputy general beside him pointed at Mo Jiuxiao's figure, which made everyone speed up, but Mo Jiuxiao's long sword protected him almost completely.

The legend of a lone rider traveling a thousand miles may be true, and now, His Highness Prince Murong Zhe is very fortunate to witness such a scene.

His pupils contracted slightly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He looked down at Gu Lingzhi, knowing she could hear him.

"Grab the rope, I'll pull you up."

Gu Lingzhi glanced at the fallen rope beside her.

It's so close; if she touches it, she can survive.

She glanced at Murong Zhe above her, then gently pursed her lips, which were bitten and still stained with bright red blood.

She smiled at him.

At that moment, Murong Zhe seemed not to see that ordinary face; he was completely captivated by those bright, sparkling eyes.

Why do they have such beautiful eyes? They seem to hold a spirit within them.

He was stunned for a moment, but then he saw Gu Lingzhi let go of his hand in that instant.

Because the ink dust could no longer be embedded in the wall, and Gu Lingzhi's physical strength had reached its limit, she gave up despite knowing there was still a chance to survive.

Murong Zhe's expression suddenly changed. Watching the falling figure, he clenched his fist and slammed it against the city wall. It was unclear what he was regretting: "Foolish man."

When the lieutenants saw that Murong Zhe was angry, their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly and carefully served him: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Murong Zhe ignored his subordinates and muttered coldly to himself, "He clearly had a chance to live, but he went to his death. Who can he blame?"

But no sooner had he finished speaking than he heard the exclamation of the person beside him: "He caught him! Your Highness, look! The Ninth Prince of Bei Yi has caught the person who just fell!"

Murong Zhe's heart skipped a beat.

Although I already knew that Mo Jiuxiao had rushed over for Gu Lingzhi, I still couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat when I heard those words.

He braced his hands against the wall, looking down at a small dot below. Under the rain of arrows, Mo Jiuxiao, who was protecting Gu Lingzhi, could no longer fight back.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, the Ninth Prince of Bei Yi is injured!"

"That's right, with so many arrows, he must be dead. The enemy can retreat immediately, and we've won this time."

Murong Zhe's eyes flickered.

Did you win?

Although they had gained a slight advantage in terrain, the entire plan had fallen through. The enemy suffered no losses, and the hundreds of thousands of troops that had pursued them earlier were probably wiped out by now.

"Evacuate Linyang."

Seeing that Mo Jiuxiao had already ridden a fast horse and disappeared into the crowd with Gu Lingzhi, Murong Zhe slowly withdrew his gaze and stopped pursuing them.

The Dingnan army welcomed the wounded prince back and began a very orderly retreat, intending to find a very dangerous mountain range to set up camp.

While being held in Mo Jiuxiao's arms, Gu Lingzhi's rationality had not yet snapped back into place.

She thought she was going to die.

But in the end, he actually survived.

She gripped Mo Jiuxiao's arm tightly in disbelief. A strong smell of blood filled her nostrils. She looked up at Mo Jiuxiao's pale face, and for some reason, her heart suddenly felt hot.

She pursed her lips and said softly, "Ninth Prince, you don't need to get hurt for my sake."

Gu Lingzhi lowered her head, her thoughts in complete disarray.

Mo Jiuxiao still held her waist; the two were now surrounded and safe.

“You belong to me, and I will not allow my people to die before my eyes.”

His voice was low and hoarse, but it conveyed an unparalleled determination.

That confidence and power created a very mysterious feeling.

Gu Lingzhi tried to turn her head, but felt a slight weight on her shoulder.

A soldier nearby shouted anxiously, "Quickly, find a doctor! The prince is injured!"

injured?

Gu Lingzhi struggled to move, but Mo Jiuxiao slowly closed his eyes, pressing his entire weight onto her. His thin, pale lips uttered three cold words: "Don't move."

Gu Lingzhi was afraid of touching his wound and dared not struggle anymore. The arrow in her shoulder had been cut off. Although it hurt a little, her life was not in danger.

She felt inexplicably nervous, and her mouth became slightly dry. She lowered her voice and asked, "Your Highness, is your injury serious?"

She dared not let her mind wander, after all, it was too difficult to get her out of the rain of arrows.

No matter how powerful or skilled Mo Jiuxiao is, he is still just a mortal.

The horses beneath them galloped wildly for an unknown amount of time. Everyone's faces were solemn and they dared not speak. Seeing that Mo Jiuxiao did not order anyone to stop, they followed behind with bloodshot eyes.

"Your Highness, this place is perfect for resting. Please don't go any further."

Bai Lianchuan's calm and composed voice came from behind the crowd, and Mo Jiuxiao nodded in response.

"Set up camp!"

As soon as those four words were uttered, Gu Lingzhi felt a weight lift from behind her; Mo Jiuxiao had actually fallen off his horse.