A dazzling cold light reflected into Rong Qianzhi's eyes. He said it quickly. Just when the sharp knife in Jingyun's hand was about to pierce Gong Mohan's body, Rong Qianzhi reached out and grabbed it. The sharp blade instantly cut through her palm, and blood gushed out, flowing quickly along Rong Qianzhi's white wrist, shocking.

"Stop!"

Gong Mohan opened his eyes wide and was about to break his teeth. He grabbed Jingyun's wrist, forced him to let go of the sharp knife, and then raised his hand suddenly to overturn Jingyun to the ground.

"Protect the prince, princess!"

Hearing the movement in the tent, several soldiers outside the tent rushed in and surrounded Jingyun and Qiuyuer in the middle.

"Zhizhi, how is your hand? Let me see!" Seeing Rong Qianzhi pull the sharp knife away from the palm of his hand, Gong Mohan hurriedly grabbed Rong Qianzhi's wrist, his eyes full of distress.

Rong Qianzhi endured the pain in his palm and pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Husband, I'm fine, I'm just a little skin trauma. You can see how Jingyun and Qiuyuer are doing. Have they been given any medicine?"

Gong Mohan looked at Jingyun and Qiu Yu'er from the corner of his eyes: "You have shed so much blood, how can you be fine? I'll bandage the wounds for you first, and then deal with them!" Gong Mohan deliberately amplified his voice, with a strong anger.

Baili Wuchen and Zong Ren, who were hiding outside the camp, heard it clearly. Zong Ren was very disappointed. He thought that he would definitely kill Gong Mohan this time, but he did not expect that he would only hurt Rong Qianzhi's hand.

Baili Wuchen did not show it too obviously. He seemed to have become accustomed to it. He made a gesture to Zongren and told Zongren not to rush to leave, and wait and see.

Zongren nodded.

Gong Mohan helped Rong Qianzhi clean the wound. Looking at the two wounds on Rong Qianzhi's pink palms that were deep and bone-feeling, he asked with heartache: "Does Zhizhi hurt?"

"It's just a little bit." Rong Qianzhi deliberately said it a little lightly, but her white little face had already betrayed her.

Gong Mohan knew Zhizhi just didn't want him to worry, so he pursed his thin lips and didn't ask any more questions. He helped Rong Qianzhi's wounds be treated, sprinkled with golden sore medicine, and then gently bandaged them with a bandage.

Illusion techniques have always been solved as soon as they see blood, and illusion curse is no exception. At this time, Jingyun and Qiuyuer both woke up. Jingyun naturally remembered what had just happened. He knelt on the ground and wanted to kill himself.

Qiu Yu'er knelt beside Jingyun. She looked at Jingyun worriedly and called out: "Jingyun..."

Jingyun closed his eyes gently and said, "No matter what the reason, it is true that I have hurt the princess. I cannot forgive my guilt. Yu'er, I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise, you forget me."

"No!" Qiu Yu'er hugged Jingyun and cried: "This is not your fault. We have all been hit by the illusion curse. You can't help but blame you. You can't blame you all!"

Qiu Yuer is a disciple of the Qing Sect. Although she can’t do illusion, she knows it. As soon as she woke up, she knew that she and Jingyun were caught in the illusion. Jingyun’s assassination of the prince was not his original intention.

"You are wrong. If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have been hit by the illusion curse, and I wouldn't have assassinated the princess and injured the princess. As a subordinate, I was unable to protect the princess and not only told me, but also hurt the princess. Even if the princess and the princess are generous and do not pursue the matter, I will have no face to live in the world. I just want to die!"
Chapter completed!