Song Zhi was also terrified by such a scene.

He stood in the chaotic crowd, unable to react for a long time!

Yet he could feel all the blood in his body surging wildly.

About to rush out from the top of his head.

His legs trembled several times. He could neither walk nor stay.

It wasn’t until someone forcefully bumped his shoulder that he suddenly came to his senses. His eyes wavered a few times before he quickly followed the crowd onto the bridge, fleeing this place.

But because there were truly too many people and the bridge was very narrow, and the crowd on the opposite bank had also begun to stir, directly blocking the path at the bridgehead—for a moment there was no way through at all. Some people directly jumped into the river below Wen Bridge, desperately swimming toward the opposite bank.

“Splash!”

One after another, several people jumped down.

In this cold winter, as soon as people plunged in, they were frozen until their faces turned purple, their whole bodies shaking, their strength halved—they were just short of freezing solid! So many people no longer dared to jump down and could only push forcefully toward the bridgehead.

Everyone shrieked continuously.

Terrified sounds immediately spread.

Yet facing this situation on the opposite side, Jingrong on the opposite bank remained very calm.

His gaze fixed motionlessly on that side.

Lang Bo turned his head and asked: “Your Highness, should we go help?”

Help?

Heh!

“No need!” He stopped him coldly. “This matter has nothing to do with us.”

Better to have one less affair than one more.

Especially when it was the Second Prince’s business.

Even more reason not to interfere!

Immediately, Jingrong grasped Ji Yunshu’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Preparing to take her away from here.

But—

Ji Yunshu looked at Song Zhi who had been stuck in the crowd unable to move an inch, and said worriedly: “Song Zhi is still over there. Let’s bring him over first.”

That lad was truly useless!

Originally, people who had been behind him had all squeezed to the front and were first onto Wen Bridge. Only he still hadn’t been able to move forward a single step. Instead he had been pushed back several meters, directly squeezed back into the corridor, and nearly fell to the ground.

After all, he was a weak scholar!

Added to his slow actions and gentle manner, it was within reason that he couldn’t push past them.

And the fighting over there grew fiercer and fiercer. Blades and swords had no eyes—the situation was dangerous. If one wasn’t careful, Song Zhi might very well be hacked alive.

Therefore, Jingrong could not stand by and watch someone die!

He instructed Lang Bo: “You go bring him over, but don’t let the Second Prince see, to avoid trouble.”

“Yes.”

Lang Bo nodded in understanding, quickly tore a piece of cloth from his clothing, rapidly tied it over his face, kicked off with his foot, and leaped over.

He jumped directly to Song Zhi’s side.

Without caring about anything else, he grabbed the clothes on Song Zhi’s shoulder.

“Bookworm, hurry and come with me!”

Uh!

Song Zhi had not noticed at all that suddenly another person appeared beside him and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder. He stared wide-eyed at the person who came, asking in panic: “You… who are you?”

“Come with me first, then we’ll talk.”

Such a familiar voice!

Lang Bo exerted force with his wrist, planning to haul him over. Unexpectedly, Na Yan’s guards actually took him for an assassin, and so they all came at him with swords raised.

This was bad!

At this moment, it was difficult to break free.

Song Zhi took this opportunity to quickly break free of his “clutches” and ducked behind a pillar.

He happened to see the dagger stuck in the pillar. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull the dagger from the pillar, then gripped it tightly in his hand to use for self-protection.

Lang Bo could not break free and fought with those guards in a tangled mass!

And more and more guards surged out from all around!

Na Yan stood there calmly the entire time. His sharp eyes coldly watched everything happening before him. Both his hands gripped tightly within his robes, yet on the surface he appeared calm as still water.

He had seen storms even fiercer than this.

Several assassins saw him and immediately gripped their long swords, thrusting toward him.

The hearts of the swords seemed tempered with a ball of flame.

Burning fiercely!

Na Yan showed not a trace of fear. Over the years on the battlefield he had been through countless battles. His martial arts were naturally not lacking. The enemies he had killed numbered in the hundreds if not thousands. Facing the situation before him, he remained calm in the face of danger. His toes flicked against the ground, flipping up a sword. He grasped it in one hand.

Then he met those several assassins’ attacks.

But even with superior martial arts, in the end two fists were hard-pressed against four hands.

There were times when he couldn’t attend to everything.

He faced enemies head-on, while an assassin suddenly attacked from behind with raised sword.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Song Zhi.

Song Zhi almost without thinking rushed over holding the dagger in his hand.

He raised his hand, the dagger blocking that long sword. Only his strength was too small—the instant the dagger touched the long sword it was knocked to the ground. The assassin withdrew his sword, his eyes full of killing intent glaring viciously at the man who suddenly rushed out. So at the same time that the dagger in Song Zhi’s hand fell to the ground, the assassin raised his sword and thrust it toward Song Zhi’s chest.

It penetrated directly through to his back!

Uh!

Song Zhi’s body froze, his whole body shaking. He only felt his chest explode with intense pain, his head buzzing.

That sensation was like being exposed under a scorching sun!

Blood also flowed down from the wound in his chest.

Drop by drop falling to the ground.

Na Yan turned around and saw Song Zhi pierced through by the sword. His stern eyes flashed as he raised his foot and kicked that assassin away.

The sword in his hand rose and fell.

It directly slit that assassin’s throat.

Instant death!

Therefore, that long sword was also pulled from Song Zhi’s chest with the momentum.

Song Zhi’s entire person lurched forward, swaying as if about to fall. He lowered his head, looking at his chest that had been stabbed with a gaping hole. He immediately spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed.

Fortunately Na Yan caught him.

“Song Zhi?”

He could not believe that this dull, foolish scholar had actually saved his life!

He pressed both hands on Song Zhi’s chest. “This prince will not let anything happen to you!”

Song Zhi could not speak.

Na Yan’s face flushed red all over, his eyes full of killing intent as he looked at those assassins, then roared at his own guards: “Leave not one alive!”

The guards then began a great slaughter!

Those assassins were killed or captured.

Of more than a dozen people, only a few remained.

Therefore, Lang Bo now found it even harder to break free.

He was surrounded layer upon layer.

Unless he sprouted a pair of wings.

Jingrong and Ji Yunshu on the opposite bank saw everything.

Bai Yin worried: “I’ll go help him, otherwise he won’t be able to break free.”

Following that, Bai Yin had already grabbed a piece of cloth and covered his face.

He flew over.

Sweat appeared on Ji Yunshu’s forehead. From afar she saw Song Zhi had been injured, pierced through by a sword.

Her heart twisted into a knot. “What about Song Zhi?”

Jingrong’s cold, stern gaze fell on Na Yan. Na Yan forcefully pressed on Song Zhi’s bleeding wound, very nervous. He said: “Don’t worry, the Second Prince will not let anything happen to him!”

Song Zhi had blocked a sword for Na Yan—how could Na Yan let him die? After all, he was his benefactor!