Don't be tempted, sir

Yan Xu raised his arrow to kill Song Xiaoyuan, but at this critical moment, an arrow from a crossbow pierced Yan Xu's hand holding the knife.

"Master!!!"

Song Xiaoyuan took the opportunity to pick up the fallen Red Moon, and with his left hand, he grasped the sword on his right shoulder and exerted force, and the Red Moon cut off the sword held by King Li. Standing up, the cold air was chilling, and the Red Moon passed through the soft armor of King Li's abdomen, leaving traces of damage.

King Li was afraid of losing the broken sword in his hand and ran away alone, leaving Yan Xu who fell to the ground in pain. Ah Wu caught up with him, grabbed him back and threw him to the shadow guard.

Looking back at Song Xiaoyuan, if he hadn't looked so embarrassed, I would have thought he was wearing a red wedding dress and was about to get married. "Sir! Are you okay?"

Song Xiaoyuan's originally moon-white brocade robe was now completely red, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or someone else's. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "What do you think?"

Song Xiaoyuan raised his trembling left hand and pointed at Yan Xu who was howling on the ground: "The situation is hopeless, take him back to Beijing immediately!"

Ah Wu looked at the shaking hand and said, "Sir, did you use too much force?"

Song Xiaoyuan was speechless: "...Next time, try killing so many people!"

Ah Wu then saw the piles of corpses in the night, and remembered that he had rushed over to see the young master kneeling on the ground. This was the first time he saw the young master being pointed at by a sword in such an embarrassing state, and he was so angry that he wanted to shoot Yan Xu to death.

Ah Wu angrily stepped on Yan Xu's hand that was shot, "Go! I will kill you!

"Take it easy..." Song Xiaoyuan used up his last bit of strength to go to Wen Tanglin. The blood that smelled of rust was so sticky that it made people uncomfortable. He took off his clothes and entered the hot spring pool. There was still a broken sword stuck in his right shoulder close to his skin.

Ah Wu arranged to detain Yan Xu and King Li. When he arrived at Wen Tanglin, he saw the bloody clothes on the ground. This must be left as a souvenir! This is a record! He picked up the bloody clothes and folded them.

Song Xiaoyuan opened his eyes and said, "Just throw it away. No need to fold it."

Ah Wu looked at the young man soaking in the hot spring, the water all over his body was red, and he smacked his lips! He really wanted to keep this water. "Okay, I'll take it and throw it away now."

After Song Xiaoyuan finished bathing, he stood up, put on his pajamas and went back to his room. His hair was still dripping with water, and the servant wanted to help dry it but was politely refused.

Song Xiaoyuan was very annoyed at the moment. This sword! Should he pull it out himself or... "Someone, go get a doctor!"

Exhausted, he fell asleep on the bed. The doctor came and saw the man who was stabbed and still sleeping. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The man didn't wake up after he pulled out the broken sword. The doctor thought the man on the bed was dead several times, if it weren't for the wound that was still bleeding!

I sutured the wound, bandaged the left hand, applied medicine to other minor wounds, and checked the pulse. The pulse was stable and he was not dead! He did not faint or just fall asleep. It was incredible!

Ah Wu gave him some money and said, "Doctor! Remember, nothing happened tonight. You have been at home all the time and have not come out! If... cough... you understand!"

The doctor held the gold tightly and said, "I know! I know! This is my best medicine for injuries. Remember to rest more! Don't get tired easily. You look very tired."

Ah Wu asked, "Then can I take a carriage for a few days?"

"Of course not. He's so tired!"

"Oh oh oh, great! Take care sir!"

Ah Wu didn't dare to bring the young master with him, fearing that the cotton swab would keep turning around the wound like last time. He left a message and took Yan Xu and Prince Li back to Beijing overnight...

Song Xiaoyuan slept for two days. When he woke up, it was already past midnight. He walked to the pavilion in the distance to look out... That night, when he knelt down and waited to die, he thought of her, afraid that she would worry. This was a feeling he had never had before, caring!

Shen Yining was also awake at this moment. It was another full moon night. The wanted notice in the capital had been taken down, and the matter had come to an end, but he had not returned yet. Why was he worried? Maybe it was because he had participated in it...

Ah Wu had just arrived in the capital at this moment, and he was exhausted from the trip back and forth. This was the most tiring time since he accompanied the young master on an official business. He still handed Yan Xu and Prince Li over to the Ministry of Justice, and now he wanted to go back home and fall asleep on the bed.

The prince looked around the team from Qiannan and found Awu: "Where is Xiaoyuan! Where is Song Xiaoyuan!"

Ah Wu took out the blood-stained moon-white brocade robe from his bag and handed it to the prince. "Young Master..."

The prince took the familiar brocade robe with trembling hands! On the day of parting before the Lantern Festival, he wore this moon-white brocade robe, which was now stained red with blood! He stuffed the brocade robe back into Awu's arms angrily and walked towards the cell where Yan Xu was imprisoned...

"No, no, no, that's not it! I didn't kill Song Xiaoyuan, cousin! Cousin, believe me...ah..."

Ah Wu returned home with satisfaction. Madam Song and Song Jueming had been waiting at the gate. Ah Wu took the brocade robe that the prince had just stuffed into his pocket and waved, "Grandpa, Madam, I'm back!"

Mrs. Song looked at the woman in the dark red robe swaying back and forth and "Xiao... Xiao Yuan..." fainted in Song Jueming's arms.

Song Jueming was also trembling. Although he was hurt when they separated last time, he came back. But this time, why was there only a bloody shirt left? He also felt dizzy at this moment.

"Master, Master!" Song Jueming was supported by Ah Wen, and Ah Wu also stepped forward. "What's wrong? Are you so unhappy to see me?"

He helped the two heads of the family back home, and happily folded the record in his room and placed it on the table under the window of the young master's bedroom. "Ah! I'm so tired! I'm going to sleep till I'm tired after taking a bath!"

The next day, Mrs. Song and Song Jueming woke up, their hearts filled with grief and they wanted to find Ah Wu to ask for clarification. But the prince had already come to the Song residence, and Song Jueming and his wife went to the front hall to receive him. Seeing the prince's grief-stricken look, they understood.

The prince spoke in a sorrowful and hoarse voice, "I have interrogated Ah Xu till now...but he still hasn't told me where Xiao Yuan's body is!"

Song's mother was already crying inconsolably at this moment.

The prince bowed his head and said, "Xiao Yuan, I treat him like a brother! Father also treats him as a son. He sent people to Qiannan to look for the body last night!"

Song Jueming bowed towards the direction of the imperial palace and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Song's mother asked, "What happened to Xiao Yuan?"

"Madam Song! Ah Xu said... that they found three thousand dead servants and killed Xiao Yuan and the Shadow Guards for three days without stopping... On the last night, Xiao Yuan... Xiao Yuan was so exhausted that he could no longer hold the Red Moon Sword in his hand, and was killed by King Li and fell to his knees."

"Husband! My son!"

Song Jueming trembled, "...I used to think that studying literature would ensure that my Song family would have only one heir. No matter how talented he was in martial arts, he was not allowed to study martial arts. This... is the end of the family!"

"Master Jueming! Your father orders you to bring that bloody shirt... into the palace!"

Song Jueming held the neatly folded brocade clothes, and his heart was chilled. Sorrow came to the palace, and Emperor Yan picked up the blood-stained robe, "This... Xiao Yuanchang wore a moon-colored robe, and it was stained with blood!"

Song Jueming felt sad and lowered his head, not daring to even look at the blood-stained clothes.

The prince looked at the place where the blood-red brocade robe was torn, and at this moment he hated it so much that he wanted to stab the Prince Li and his son through as well!