The King Yu was leaving, and was Prince Xuan truly going to watch him go?
Chu Lingyang wanted to stop him but was blocked by guards.
Besides Prince Xuan, no one else here could easily cross King Yu's elite forces.
The royal guards had not yet arrived, and Chu Lingyang was at a disadvantage if a fight broke out now.
But what about Prince Xuan?
King Yu, injured, pulled on the reins, his tall body swaying slightly.
Once he was steady, he was about to leave.
Feng Yexuan took a step forward.
Lan Fan suddenly leaped up and struck at Feng Yexuan with a palm, "Prince Xuan, let's see if you have the guts to lay a hand on me!"
Feng Yexuan shifted his feet, easily dodging.
Lan Fan immediately struck again, but Feng Yexuan merely evaded, not retaliating.
Meanwhile, King Yu had mounted his horse and was preparing to ride away.
Chu Lingyang could not get close.
As Feng Yexuan tried to pursue, Lan Fan immediately entangled him.
Chu Lingyang watched King Yu leave, sweating profusely, "Prince Xuan, you cannot let King Yu leave the imperial city!"
Feng Yexuan wanted to chase, but Lan Fan suddenly sent a palm strike towards his shoulder.
Feng Yexuan's gaze darkened, he immediately stopped his movement, turned, and struck Lan Fan with a palm.
However, the force of his palm was precisely controlled, not harming Lan Fan, but merely preventing him from self-harm.
What was unexpected was that after Feng Yexuan blocked Lan Fan's palm, the force did not dissipate.
It instead followed the residual momentum and struck Feng Yexuan.
Prince Xuan could have dodged this palm strike, but if he did, Lan Fan would inevitably be injured by his own palm force.
So, this palm strike ultimately landed squarely on Feng Yexuan's chest.
Seeing a trickle of blood slip from the corner of Feng Yexuan's lips, a gleam of pleasure appeared in Lan Fan's eyes.
"So, Prince Xuan's fatal weakness is indeed her."
He had long known that Chu Qianli was very important to Feng Yexuan.
He just hadn't expected her to be important to this extent.
This was going to be fun.
Lan Fan twisted his wrist, and a gleaming knife appeared in his hand.
He glanced at Feng Yexuan with a smile, then suddenly turned the tip of the knife and plunged it towards his own heart.
Chu Lingyang, not far away, had understood Lan Fan's ploy.
This knife was prepared for Feng Yexuan!
"Prince Xuan, no!"
As expected, Feng Yexuan's eyes flared with urgency. As Lan Fan's knife pointed towards his heart, he leaped forward to stop him.
Chu Lingyang panicked, "Prince Xuan, be careful!"
Feng Yexuan knew Lan Fan's true intention, but he could not take that risk!
If he didn't save him, this knife would strike Chu Qianli!
Lan Fan was not worth pity, but if he harmed himself, Chu Qianli would be injured along with him.
He couldn't ignore it!
Indeed, the moment Feng Yexuan moved to stop Lan Fan, the knife in Lan Fan's hand immediately turned, and the blade lunged towards Feng Yexuan.
Fortunately, Prince Xuan was agile. This knife, originally aimed at his heart, was dodged by him with a mid-air spin.
The blade did not hit Feng Yexuan's heart but still left a scarlet gash on his arm with a hiss.
Chu Lingyang had already given up on King Yu. At this moment, Feng Yexuan's life was more important!
Therefore, the moment Feng Yexuan was struck by Lan Fan's knife, Chu Lingyang leaped up and thrust his sword at Lan Fan.
If this continued, Feng Yexuan would surely be severely wounded by Lan Fan, or even lose his life.
The only way to save him was to kill Lan Fan!