A large patch of blood quickly spread across his chest.
Song Wanchu was still firmly held in his arms. All she could see was the glaring red of blood, and the pungent smell of it rushed straight into her nostrils.
Her heart tightened, and the pain became more and more suffocating.
"Are you crazy about risking your life?" Her voice was hoarse with exhaustion.
"For you, I can give it up."
Liang Yuzhou seemed oblivious to the pain. On his cold and stern face, not even an eyebrow twitched.
He stood in front of the Crown Prince, immovable like a mountain.
He couldn't attack the Crown Prince, but he was never afraid of the Crown Prince's attacks either.
The Crown Prince's cold and resolute expression flickered slightly, and his hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly.
He had expected Liang Yuzhou to be a tough nut to crack, but he hadn't anticipated that this madman would even risk his life!
He had only intended to intimidate Liang Yuzhou with his status as the Crown Prince; he didn't really want to take his life.
The bloody wound and the fearless expression told him that power was useless in front of Liang Yuzhou.
He dared to break into the Princess's bedroom at night, and he also didn't put the Crown Prince in his eyes.
"If the Crown Prince wants my life, just take it!"
A mocking smile curled up on Liang Yuzhou's lips. Instead of being timid and retreating, he was aggressive in front of the Crown Prince.
"I may not be able to have Wanchu for all eternity, but as long as I'm alive, Wanchu must belong only to me."
The Crown Prince's eyes trembled, and his imposing manner diminished by a third.
But he wasn't going to back down just like that.
"Wanchu doesn't belong to you. She doesn't belong to anyone for now. She's free. You're keeping a woman who's completely disappointed in you, full of disgust and hatred, and only wants to escape from you by your side regardless of her wishes. What's the point?"
Liang Yuzhou's handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the hot air around him turned cold.
The Crown Prince's words were more hurtful than the sharp sword that had pierced his shoulder just now.
"Liang Yuzhou, do you really think no one dares to kill you?"
Shi Luohan chased after them with his sword drawn. His breath was a bit ragged. He had spat out blood just now, and his face was pale. But the sword pointing at Liang Yuzhou was fierce and powerful.
Rage welled up in Shi Luohan's eyes.
The Crown Prince might have a lot of things to consider, but he only cared about Wanchu.
He could die for Wanchu, and he could also kill anyone for her.
Including Liang Yuzhou, the man she had once loved the most.
"Liang Yuzhou, let me go!"
Song Wanchu's emotions had gone through great ups and downs, and she was already hoarse. She looked at Liang Yuzhou, her eyes full of deep weariness. "I don't want to see anyone get hurt or bleed anymore."
Every drop of blood shed by her elder brother and Liang Yuzhou made her feel like she was the one who had committed a sin.
"Liang Yuzhou, if you really love Wanchu, you should let her choose who to go with."
Song Wanchu noticed that the strength with which Liang Yuzhou was holding her was not as strong as before. The excessive blood loss was sapping his strength.
She gritted her silver teeth, made up her mind, and pushed him on his bleeding wound.
This was no different from pouring salt on his wound, but Song Wanchu didn't care anymore.
A muffled groan of suppressed pain escaped from Liang Yuzhou's throat. In the depths of his eyes, the shattered emotions were surging.
Song Wanchu broke free from his embrace and staggered a few steps before regaining her balance.
The three men stood like the three legs of a tripod, forming a stable and perfect formation that surrounded her in the middle.
"Wanchu, who on earth are you going to go with?"
The Crown Prince suppressed his eagerness to pull her into his arms and asked in a calm tone.
Inevitably, Song Wanchu was stained with Liang Yuzhou's blood, which made her small face look even paler and more broken.
Her panicked and restless beautiful eyes swept across the faces of the three men one by one.
The Crown Prince's face was cold and solemn, while Shi Luohan directly reached out his hand to her.
"Wanchu, come to me."
And Liang Yuzhou was behind her. His sharp gaze made her shiver.
She steadied her mind and took a step towards Shi Luohan.
Behind her, in Liang Yuzhou's eyes, it was as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking.
The Crown Prince gave a self - mocking smile.
He knew he mustn't be the one chosen.
But it didn't matter. There was still a long time ahead, and he had plenty of patience.
Song Wanchu's hand was tightly held by Shi Luohan.
"Brother, let's go."
Liang Yuzhou stood there blankly. His face, pale from excessive blood loss, was almost transparent. His slender hand clenched tightly, making a creaking sound, and the joints were tinged with a cold, ashen color.
The sun was clearly bright and glaring, but he felt cold all over.
Song Wanchu was embraced by Shi Luohan and walked away.
She always kept her head firmly facing forward, as if there was no one behind her worth lingering for.
The Crown Prince let out a soft laugh, his eyes full of ridicule. "Liang Yuzhou, you've finally tasted the feeling of being abandoned. It's very painful, isn't it? Wanchu is just returning the harm you once did to her. This is what you deserve."
Liang Yuzhou's eyebrows were cold, and he seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture.
"How does it feel now? How many times did you abandon Wanchu and choose Yu Huiyan? Wanchu's pain at that time was a thousand times, no, ten thousand times more than yours now!
For the rest of your life, just slowly reflect on your mistakes in this kind of pain."
The Crown Prince strolled back to his sedan chair.
The curtain of the sedan chair slowly fell.
A metallic taste welled up in Liang Yuzhou's throat. His tall figure swayed, and Zhou Sheng quickly stepped forward to support him.
He forcibly endured the pain and stared intently at Song Wanchu's gradually blurring back.
...
Shi Luohan didn't want to waste a single moment and was eager to put Wanchu in the carriage.
"Brother, how's your injury? You should still find a doctor to take a look."
Song Wanchu looked at Shi Luohan worriedly, her delicate eyebrows knitted tightly.
His complexion wasn't good.
Shi Luohan's hand held her wrist. His palm was warm, transmitting a reassuring current.
"I'm not made of paper. I'm not that fragile. Although his palm strike was powerful, your brother here has quite a deep internal strength. It didn't hurt my internal organs. Don't worry."
Saying that, he was about to mount his horse.
Song Wanchu called him to stop.
"Brother, it's tiring to ride a horse. Come into the carriage."
The gentle light of the setting sun shone on her body. Her face was red, and there was a clear and shy smile in her eyes.
She no longer had to be restricted by the status of a concubine. From now on, her brother could sit side by side with her openly.
Shi Luohan smiled at her. On his handsome face, his eyebrows and eyes were curved.
Nan Zhi and Su Yue couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes and urged each other to go to another carriage.
In the two girls' hearts, Young Master Shi was the most suitable husband for their young lady.
Shi Luohan got into the carriage, and Song Wanchu lowered her head to rummage through her bag.
"Yu He gave me a lot of tonics. There's a kind of pill that's very effective for internal injuries. Brother, you should take one..."
Before she could finish her words.
Shi Luohan pulled Song Wanchu into his arms, with his chin resting on her forehead.
The bag fell to the ground, and the pills rolled everywhere, but no one cared anymore.
"Wanchu, I hope that one day, I'll be more than just your brother."
His breath gently fanned out on Song Wanchu's forehead.
Song Wanchu's head was resting on his shoulder. It should have been an intimate and relaxing gesture, but her body was extremely stiff.
Suddenly, Liang Yuzhou's bloody figure flashed into her mind. His injured eyes stared at her without blinking, his gaze cold and broken.