Li Yuyu was about to speak when suddenly a sound of wind breaking through rang in her ears, and a familiar figure flashed past her eyes.
Was it... Yan Xiu?
Li Yuyu widened her eyes, shockingly watching the handsome man in black robes, whose fierce palm wind struck towards Yan Zixuan standing before her.
Heavens, Yan Xiu and Yan Zixuan were fighting!
Li Yuyu quickly responded, "Feng Yin, Little Xianzi, send people to guard all entrances, don’t let anyone in!"
"Yes."
Both Feng Yin and Little Xianzi turned pale, fully aware that if the Emperor and Prince Xuan got into a fight, it was a grave situation that could not be leaked.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders present, just those from Luaxin Pavilion, so they only needed to keep their mouths shut.
"A dignified ruler of a country, yet resorts to sneak attacks!"
Yan Zixuan licked his gums with his tongue, tasting the metallic scent of blood.
He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground, slowly squinting his eyes, a cold gleam seeping from his gaze.
Yan Xiu’s face was expressionless, his phoenix eyes growing even colder as he struck again.
This time, Yan Zixuan was prepared and laughed softly, "It’s been a while since I sparred with you, Brother. Good timing!"
He dodged Yan Xiu’s strike and began to counter every move.
Originally, he had no intention of fighting seriously, after all, Yan Xiu was the Emperor and as a subject, how could he fight with the Emperor? But after several exchanges, Yan Zixuan realized Yan Xiu’s strikes were ruthless, leaving no room for retreat, and he could sense a killing intent from Yan Xiu.
Yan Xiu wanted to kill him?!
Yan Zixuan pressed his lips together, his gaze changing slightly, his moves also evolving along with it.
"Stop!"
Li Yuyu’s eyes shifted slightly, unable to think it through, she rushed towards Yan Xiu’s direction.
"Yu’er!"
Yan Zixuan hadn’t expected Li Yuyu to rush over and it was too late to withdraw his palm.
In the nick of time, Yan Xiu wrapped his arm around Li Yuyu’s waist, gliding back while colliding his palm with Yan Zixuan’s.
Palms clashed with Inner Strength, Yan Zixuan stepped back half a step before steadying himself, while across from him, Yan Xiu held Li Yuyu in his arms, no longer looking at him.
"Beloved concubine, are you hurt?"
Yan Xiu’s words were steady, his voice unchanged from usual, but Li Yuyu could sense his concern through his heartbeat, which was faster than before.
"I’m fine." Li Yuyu stood firm, gently pulling Yan Xiu’s sleeve, "Emperor, let’s go back."
Yan Xiu’s phoenix eyes lowered slightly, looking at Li Yuyu’s small hand clutching his sleeve, he turned his hand to grasp hers, replying, "Alright."
As the two walked past Yan Zixuan, Li Yuyu paused slightly and turned to look at him.
Yan Zixuan was also looking at her, hope shining in his eyes.
"Prince Xuan, this time I’m leaving with the Emperor, you still want to stop me?" Li Yuyu spoke, then directly took Yan Xiu’s arm, shot Yan Zixuan a disdainful glance and walked away with shoulders squared and head held high.
Yan Zixuan: ...
He turned and watched their figures gradually recede, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Prince!" A shadow landed, speaking urgently, "Should we call for Doctor Xuan at Jingxiang Palace?"
"No matter, return to the residence."
"But the Imperial Concubine there..."
"Return to the residence!"
"Yes." The shadow dared not defy Yan Zixuan’s order, disappearing back into the darkness.
Luaxin Pavilion.
Li Yuyu helped Yan Xiu sit on the bed, saying nothing, directly reaching out to remove Yan Xiu’s Dragon Robe.
Yan Xiu held Li Yuyu’s hand, raising an eyebrow, "Beloved concubine, don’t be hasty. There are still a few hours until sunset, I’ll summon you to the Yangxin Hall to attend me tonight."