"As for AhChu, I have some words for her. Help me tell it to her." Zhao Song's voice went even deeper as he stepped forward.
As the soldiers saw that he stepped up, everyone placed their hands on their blades, ready to strike. Yan Xun, however, stepped forward.
"Tell her, I..."
At this very moment, a dull impact was heard. Following a small bump, a searing pain spread out from Yan Xun's chest. Zhao Song's dagger had deeply buried itself in Yan Xun!
"Your Highness!"
"Young Master!"
"Kill the assassin!"
Zhao Song's face was completely oblivious to the surrounding havoc. He pulled out the blade and swung it down again! The guards were still several steps away, and Yan Xun was left to fend for himself. Holding his blade, Yan Xun stepped back. But the wound on his chest was bleeding so profusely that he could barely muster any strength. Zhao Song was still able to close in on him!