The chess piece in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, Qi Yu's complexion changed, and her tone trembled slightly, "What did you say?"
Gu Jingping also looked somewhat shocked.
The servant pointed in the direction of the door, gasping for breath as he said, "Just now, the Prince was assassinated at the execution ground and had already passed out by the time he was brought back home."
Qi Yu stood up and hurriedly ran towards the front courtyard.
In the room, Shiqi was protecting Li Mingjue as he lay down, his expression anxious. He was about to go and fetch Qi Yu when he saw his Princess already rushing in hurriedly.
He moved his lips and knelt down, saying, "Princess, the Prince, he..."
Qi Yu waved her hand to cut him off. She couldn't be bothered to listen to his confessions now; saving the person was the priority.
On the bed, Li Mingjue had an arrow inserted into his chest, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his lips had already turned purplish-blue.