Prince Xuan!
Standing in front of Chu Minghao was none other than Prince Xuan!
The guards of Prince Yu's Residence backed away in a panic.
Feng Yexuan glanced at the torches in their hands and raised his hand.
"Prince…" Jingri struggled to stand, staggering to Feng Yexuan's side.
"They… They want to set fire and kill everyone in the village."
Feng Yexuan's gaze darkened as he glanced at Jingri's wounds.
Two sword wounds, blood gushing endlessly. The wounds weren't in the same spot, and he didn't even know which one to cover.
The injuries were severe!
"Go inside and find that woman to bandage your wounds."
"Prince… Yes! I… I'll go right away." Jingri knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Though he wished to fight shoulder to shoulder with the Prince, staying would likely only burden him.
Moreover, the Prince was forever a deity in everyone's hearts; as long as he stood, a towering tree seemed to rise, shielding all beneath it.
A sense of absolute security.
