"Your Highness, watch out!"
Nie Chong leapt forward, shielding Yu Wenye, catching Shan Shiyu off guard, who had no time to react. The short sword in his hand, sharp as iron, effortlessly pierced Nie Chong's chest without a sound!
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
Including Nie Chong.
Because as he felt a cold sensation in his chest, he realized that Yu Wenye hadn't completed the move; though he had reached out his hand, he had stepped back at that instant.
Yu Wenye's face, usually composed and stern, now showed a look of shock, clearly not expecting Nie Chong to step forward at this moment. His eyes turned red: "Nie Chong—"
"Brother Nie!"
Louder than Yu Wenye's voice was the sudden cry of agony from the side.
Shantong'er froze upon witnessing the scene.
