The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Jinyan was enraged. He kicked open the tightly closed wooden door, which flew through the air in a piercing arc before crashing heavily against the wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Inside, a chilling scene unfolded before their eyes. Yang Rong lay helplessly on the floor, her clothes disheveled and her hair scattered everywhere. Wei Kui was on top of her frail body, his hands gripping her neck like iron clamps, a smug, cruel smile playing on his lips as he tore at her flesh with abandon.

"Son of a bitch!"

A resolute glint flashed in Xiao Jinyan's eyes. Like an enraged lion, he charged forward, his hands moving with lightning speed to grab Wei Kui from behind and lift him high into the air. Then, a powerful, heavy iron fist slammed into Wei Kui's contorted face.

With a loud bang, Wei Kui was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. He lay there with his eyes rolled back, foam at the corners of his mouth, and mumbling incoherently, "Aba, Aba," looking utterly pathetic.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only Wei Kui's painful and distorted groans echoing in the air.

Yang Rong and Lü Zhu were both stunned, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

Finally, several servants rushed over, carried away the unconscious Wei Kui, leaving behind a mess.

Yang Rong was still disheveled, her hair tangled over her shoulders, her dress torn, revealing her long, white legs and delicate little feet, which looked particularly striking. She lay on her knees, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls, soaking her clothes, a heartbreaking sight.

Green Pearl gently closed the door, shutting out the outside noise and leaving only Xiao Jinyan and Yang Rong in the quiet room. Xiao Jinyan slowly walked to Yang Rong's side, his gaze involuntarily wandering over her body, and then his heart tightened suddenly—Yang Rong's wrists, thighs, and even her slender neck were covered with shocking bruises, silently telling the story of the pain and struggle she had endured.

Do you have any liniment here?

Yang Rong's eyes reddened, and glistening tears welled up in them. She choked back sobs, her fingers trembling slightly as she pointed to a wooden cabinet not far away: "It's...it's in the cabinet, the second one from the left."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyan hurriedly followed Yang Rong's instructions and carefully took out the bottle of liniment from the cabinet.

Back by Yang Rong's side, he gently applied the medicinal wine to her painful bruises. Each gentle rub brought a touch of coolness to her body, relieving the indescribable pain.

Why is Wei Kui contacting you again?

Yang Rong felt the warmth of Xiao Jinyan's fingers and the slight coolness of the medicinal wine, and an indescribable emotion welled up in her heart. She turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting Xiao Jinyan's, her eyes filled with both grievance and a hint of resentment: "Isn't it all because of you?"

"Because of me?" Xiao Jinyan was stunned upon hearing this, and the movement involuntarily stopped. He stared at Yang Rong with a look of astonishment.

Yang Rong took a deep breath, her voice filled with resentment, "It's all because of you! That day you led troops to surround Mianyue Pavilion, and then spread rumors that I seduced a pretty boy and cuckolded you. When Wei Kui heard this, he saw me as a wanton harlot, someone who sleeps with anyone, and then..."

At this point, Yang Rong's voice was choked with sobs and almost inaudible, and tears finally broke free, streaming down her cheeks.

Xiao Jinyan was speechless. He never expected that he would cause Yang Rong so much trouble.

Actually, the last time I led troops to besiege Mianyue Pavilion was a misunderstanding. In order to protect Yang Rong and prevent her from arousing suspicion and exposing her identity as a princess of a fallen kingdom, I spread rumors that she was seducing a young man. Unexpectedly, this attracted Wei Kui's attention.

Feeling guilty and remorseful, Xiao Jinyan said, "I...actually, I never thought it would turn out like this, I..."

Yang Rong gently shook her head, a complicated smile playing on her lips: "Forget it, I understand that your intention was to protect me. Besides, you saved me this time, so you've made amends. Let bygones be bygones."

Xiao Jinyan frowned slightly and asked again, "That Wei Kui guy, he didn't succeed, did he?"

Yang Rong gave a bitter smile: "Didn't you see it with your own eyes? If you hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. If Wei Kui had really succeeded, I, Yang Rong, would never forgive you in this lifetime."

As she spoke, she subconsciously tightened her grip on the torn piece of cloth that barely covered her body, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force, evoking pity in the eyes of onlookers.

"As long as you're okay."

Yang Rong looked up and met Xiao Jinyan's caring eyes. A warm feeling welled up in her heart. She said, "I'm fine. But you, that punch you just threw must have really hurt Wei Kui. If he's seriously injured, Wei Wuji definitely won't let it go. You'd better think about how to deal with it."

Xiao Jinyan said disdainfully, "I will take care of Wei Wuji's situation. You don't need to worry about it."

Yang Rong complained, "You, you were so reckless! If we had provoked that old fox Wei Wuji at this time, we would have been in deep trouble! I don't know what you were thinking..."

At that moment, Xiao Jinyan suddenly felt incredibly cool, like Donnie Yen in the movie "Flash Point" who punched a suspect into an idiot – that was the epitome of upholding justice. With the physical attributes of a special forces soldier from his previous life, if he hadn't transmigrated to ancient times, perhaps after retiring from the military he could have gone out and made movies, eventually becoming a martial arts superstar.

Xiao Jinyan then passionately declared to Yang Rong, "At that time, I was only thinking...you are my woman. If Wei Kuir dares to lay a finger on you, I, Xiao Jinyan, swear I will make him regret it for the rest of his life."

After speaking, Xiao Jinyan carefully poured some medicine into his palm and slowly applied it to the shocking bruise on Yang Rong's thigh.

Yang Rong felt a warmth penetrate her skin and reach her heart. It was not just the relief from the liniment, but also the indescribable emotion conveyed by Xiao Jinyan's fingertips.

Her heart trembled slightly, but she stubbornly retorted, "I'm your woman? Who said that? Heh... It's all just an act between us, a charade."

Xiao Jinyan's lips curled into a playful smile: "If you want to play for real, you can."

"Get lost, who's serious with you?"

Just as the atmosphere became tense, Yang Rong suddenly screamed "Ah!" with a hint of unexpected pain in her voice. It turned out that when Xiao Jinyan was applying the medicine to her, he had inadvertently increased the pressure, touching her most sensitive nerve.

"Xiao Jinyan, can't you be a little gentler? You're hurting me!"

Yang Rong's words came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes widened, her gaze filled with both reproach and a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to describe.