The reaction came too late to stop the dagger.
Ye Muyu rushed down, pushed through the crowd, and stumbled inside.
With one glance, she saw Chu Heng lying on the ground, unconscious, with blood spilled all around.
"Quick, the stretcher is here."
Ye Muyu forced herself to resist panic and followed the stretcher into the tent.
But when she reached the tent, she was stopped.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Lord Chu is undergoing treatment. There's limited space inside. Please wait outside so as not to delay Lord Chu's treatment."
"Thank you all for your cooperation." Ye Muyu took a deep breath, her eyes red as she tried to calm down.
With her saying this, even the anxious ones felt embarrassed to push their way inside.
Only the Emperor's attendant, He Dequan, was allowed in.
No one dared to stop the Emperor's people.
Quickly, He Dequan came out, not waiting for anyone to obstruct him, and left in a hurry.
Ye Muyu's entwined fingers turned somewhat pale.
