Muruo couldn’t concern himself with niceties anymore. He directly tore open Ji Yinshu’s outer garment, exposing her blood-soaked back.

At this moment, fresh blood was still continuously flowing from her wound.

He selected a silver needle and heated it over the candle flame, then inserted it into the back of Ji Yinshu’s neck.

He then inserted several more needles in succession on her head, back, and by her ears…

Soon he had stopped the bleeding!

Muruo suddenly looked at Jingrong with a grave expression and said, “I need to pull out the dagger now, but…”

“She cannot die.”

“Jingrong…”

Jingrong suddenly shouted loudly, “I said she cannot die. This Prince will not allow anything to happen to her. Do you understand?”

Muruo understood his state of mind at this moment, so he didn’t react emotionally to his agitated words.

He explained the situation to him even more gently. “Jingrong, you should be clear—when the dagger is pulled out, she might die, she might live. The chances are fifty-fifty. It’s not something I can control. If she can endure it, then it’s her good fortune.”

Jingrong’s mind was blank!

Suddenly—

Ji Yinshu made a sound—”Ugh.”

Immediately, Jingrong pushed Muruo aside, his body leaning over the bed, tightly gripping her pale fingers.

She struggled to open her eyes, her pale lips moving with effort. “You… go out. Let… him pull it out.”

“Yunshu…”

“Go out.”

If she truly couldn’t endure and died, she didn’t want him to see the moment of her death.

Jingrong looked at her, tears falling.

Muruo beside them urged, “You should go out first. I promise, I will use the greatest ability of my entire life to preserve hers.”

His tone was firm!

Carrying a promise.

Jingrong reached out and brushed the hair that had fallen on her face. “You said that no matter what happens, you would stay by this Prince’s side. This Prince wants to take you to the grasslands, take you horseback riding and archery, and also take you to the snowy mountains and desert. You said there are very beautiful cosmos flowers there, and you want to see them the moment you open your eyes. This Prince promises you, I will definitely take you there. You must also promise this Prince that nothing will happen to you.”

A smile slowly spread across her lips, but she had no strength left.

Jingrong released her hand and stood up.

Looking at Muruo, he said, “I’m counting on you.”

“Mm.” Muruo had never been so serious.

Jingrong and Tang Si went out.

His eyes were tinged with red as he glanced down below. The entire inn was like a sealed bloodthirsty arena. Apart from slaughter, only blood-stained corpses remained.

Jing Yi!

Do you truly need to be this ruthless?

The hand inside his robe clenched into a fist.

He turned his head to look at Wen Xian, who had been guarding the door, and said, “Take good care of the person inside.”

“Don’t worry.”

The next moment, a vicious murderous intent flashed in Jingrong’s eyes. He kicked off and leaped down from above, seizing a sword from one of them. Wielding that sword, he began a massacre.

Whoever rushed at him, he killed, showing no mercy.

Tang Si pulled out her whip and followed him down.

“You people actually dared to harm A-Ji! I’ll take your lives!”

The whip lashed out, wrapped around someone’s neck, and strangled him to death.

“This young lady’s whip should taste some blood too.”

Endless slaughter began.

Inside the room.

Muruo said to Ji Yinshu, “Miss Ji, you must endure.”

“Go ahead and pull it out.”

“I’ve already sealed your acupoints. It can reduce your pain, but you’ll still feel eighty percent of it. You’ll have to grit your teeth and endure.”

“Mm.”

She was prepared!

Then Muruo rolled up a towel and had her bite down on it.

This woman’s constitution was already weak—a minor illness would have her bedridden for days. How much more so with a dagger lodged in her back?

If she could endure, she would live!

If she couldn’t endure, she would die!

Muruo took a deep breath, more nervous than he’d ever been. If it were someone else, he certainly wouldn’t be this nervous pulling out a dagger, but now the person lying on the bed was Ji Yinshu.

If anything went wrong, Jingrong probably wouldn’t survive either.

He gripped tightly with his palm, concentrating completely. Just as he was about to pull it out—

Ji Yinshu asked him, “Muruo, can you promise me something?”

“Go ahead.”

She opened and closed her mouth, struggling to speak. “If… if I die, please… please tell Jingrong that he must… must take good care of Wei Yi. Never… never let him know about his own background. If possible… send Wei Yi away, even if it means leaving Dalin.”

“Miss Ji, don’t speak anymore.”

“Also, you must tell Jingrong to… definitely live well, don’t do anything foolish. Additionally, tell him to burn my corpse and scatter the ashes… into the sea.”

“Miss Ji…”

“Promise me.”

But Muruo said, “Alright, I promise you. But I think I won’t have the chance to relay this for you, because nothing will happen to you. I promised Jingrong that I would never let anything happen to you.”

Ji Yinshu gasped for breath, unable to say another word.

“I’m going to pull it out now. Endure it.”

Ji Yinshu placed the towel in her mouth and bit down hard.

Muruo’s hand tightened even more.

Then—

His wrist exerted force.

“Ahhh!”

A scream that seemed to pierce the heavens rang out from the room.

It reached the ears of Jingrong, who was in the midst of massacre on the first floor. His brain nerves were made to swell even more by that scream.

Gripping the sword in his hand, like a greedy vampire, he slashed down with one sword stroke after another.

Fresh blood stained his entire body!

His face was also covered in blood!

Like a blood-drinking leopard.

No one had ever seen him like this!

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, almost all the assassins in the inn had been slaughtered, with only two people remaining.

Those two immediately threw down their swords and surrendered!

“Prince Rong, spare our lives! We were just following orders.”

Jingrong gripped the blood-drenched long sword, his bloodthirsty eyes filled with endless murderous intent, unfathomably deep.

He looked coldly at the two people kneeling on the ground.

Raising his sword!

“Who gave the order?”

The two people said in unison, “To prevent Your Highness from stepping foot in the capital.”

As soon as they finished speaking, Jingrong lifted his sword, swung his arm, and with one slash severed both their throats.

Dead!

Not giving any chance of survival.

Fresh blood splattered onto his robe.

That pale blue long robe was now drenched in blood.

Lang Bo quickly said, “Your Highness, you…” He didn’t dare ask further.

Jingrong looked coldly at the countless corpses in the inn. All around, a thick smell of blood permeated the air.

He threw down the blood-drenched sword!

Tossing it into the pool of blood.

His sinister eyes narrowed as he ordered Lang Bo, “Throw all these corpses into the wilderness to feed the wolves. This Prince wants them to have no remains.”

Uh!

Lang Bo was still shocked!

When had his prince become this cruel? No matter how angry he was, he would never say to throw corpses into the wilderness to feed wolves.

But—

“Yes!”

Although shocked, he still agreed.