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He looked at Hua Ling, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and resolve, and without hesitation, he stabbed the dagger into his chest.

Hua Ling's pupils constricted.

The battlefield was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Fang Yunheng looked down at his hand and saw bright red blood gushing out from the wound, making his black robe seem even darker. Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the ground, and every drop was as bright and eye-catching as a blooming red plum.

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Wu supported him and looked up at Zhan Tingfei angrily: "Your Majesty has done what you asked, you should release Hua Ling."

"Why are you in such a hurry? She's not dead yet." Zhan Tingfei moved the blade a little closer to Hua Ling's neck. Bright red blood dripped from the city wall and fell in front of Fang Yunheng.

Xuanyuan Mo's heart tightened: "Don't hurt her anymore, I beg you."

But Zhan Tingfei still did not respond. He enjoyed the pleasure of controlling his own destiny at the moment, and looked down at Fang Yunheng, "I still say the same thing. As long as you kill yourself, I will release Hua Ling immediately."

"Okay." Fang Yunheng pulled out the dagger very quickly, ignoring the gushing blood, and stabbed the sharp blade into his chest again.

"Prince!" Xiao Wu screamed in horror, his voice filled with despair and sadness.

Others turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer, and some even couldn't help sobbing quietly.

Fang Yunheng could no longer hold on and fell to the cold ground. His originally pale face looked even darker.

Blood gushed out from the wound, flowing into a shocking sea of ​​blood, like a blooming gorgeous red lotus, emitting a strange and enchanting light.

His eyes were still fixed on Hua Ling, revealing a deep attachment and reluctance, but his breath had gradually become weaker, as if it would disappear from this world at any time.

“Hahahaha.” Zhan Tingfei laughed crazily: “Your Majesty, did you see that? My method works. Fang Yunheng is going to die, and the year-long war is about to end!”

Xuanyuan Mo showed no joy at all. Fang Yunheng could have been stabbed to death by him or died in a battle, but he could not have died protecting Hua Ling.

Fang Yunheng would rather exchange his life for Hua Ling's life.

He lost again, completely.

He said, "You have achieved your goal, let go of Hua Ling."

Zhan Tingfei saw that Fang Yunheng, who was lying on the ground, was motionless. He had been stabbed twice and had lost so much blood that even a god could not save him.

He was immersed in the joy of impending victory. The sharp blade across Hua Ling's neck was finally removed. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over.

Xiao Wu pressed Fang Yunheng's wound nervously, but there was no way he could hold it still. Warm, scarlet blood kept oozing out, as if it would never be stopped.

No one expected Hua Ling to jump down.

Her movements were light and graceful, like a flower leaving a branch, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and about to fall into the mud.

“No——” Xuanyuan Mo stretched out his hand towards Hua Ling, his eyes bloodshot, but was held tightly by the person next to him, “Your Majesty, calm down…”

When Xiaowu heard the noise, he turned around suddenly, his pupils constricted, and time seemed to stand still.

At the critical moment, Yan Li appeared like a ghost and hugged Hua Ling tightly.

"You're here." Hua Ling's voice was weak, as light as a feather in the wind, which would disappear without a trace at the slightest disturbance.

Yan Li's heartbeat was violent. He was just about to lose her completely. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Hua Ling shook her head, her face pale as if it would break at the slightest touch, she snuggled tightly against Yan Li's broad and solid chest, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

This scene deeply hurt the eyes of several people present.

Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief, and the military doctor brought a stretcher to take Fang Yunheng away.

"All troops, retreat."

"Your Majesty, do you want to chase him?"

Xuanyuan Mo looked dejected: "I won't pursue her anymore." He felt empty inside, as if the things he was pursuing had lost their meaning.

"I have ordered that Zhan Tingfei disobey my order several times, kidnapped the queen, and nearly killed her. He will be taken to the capital and handed over to the Dali Temple for custody. He will be executed in the autumn, and his entire clan will be exterminated."

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Hua Ling had been in a coma for two days, and the wound on her neck had healed a lot. Looking at Fang Yunheng who had not yet woken up, she felt mixed emotions.

He lay on the bed, his face pale, his breath weak, and only the faint movement of his chest proved that he was still alive.

In his previous life, he took advantage of her and indirectly caused her death. In this life, he risked his own life to save her, regardless of his own interests.

The military doctor said that even if he was cured, he would not live more than a few years. His best years would be wasted. She didn't know how to treat him.

Fang Yunheng had a dream. In the dream, he still let Hua Ling enter the palace instead of Wen Qinning. However, Hua Ling who entered the palace was not as lucky as in this life. The emperor did not favor her and sent her back at a palace banquet.

He was upset about losing Wen Qinning, and when he saw her fiancé Jiang Luochuan wandering outside the mansion, he asked his servants to send her out to Jiang Luochuan. However, Jiang Luochuan was cowardly and did not dare to recognize her, which led to Hua Ling being raped to death.

Fang Yunheng suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, which affected the wound on his chest, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

"My lord, you're awake."

Fang Yunheng's breathing stagnated, and looking at Hua Ling with gauze wrapped around her neck, he felt as if he was in another world.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be like this." Fang Yunheng covered his chest in a daze, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream. Every word he spoke was a heart-wrenching pain.

"Jiang Luochuan was at the door at that time, I thought he would take you away... I'm sorry..."

Hua Ling was stunned, hiding the emotions in her eyes: "What is the prince talking about? Hua Ling doesn't understand."

Fang Yunheng was very excited and struggled to sit up. Seeing the indifference on Hua Ling's face, he suddenly understood something.

"I'm sorry." He said fragilely, "Can you forgive me?"

Hua Ling just stared at him without saying a word. She seemed to still feel the pain before death. She couldn't say the words of forgiveness, but she didn't want to pursue the matter any further. It was meaningless.

"Hanabishi, I really didn't expect it to be like this..."

"Hua Ling..." Fang Yunheng reached out to her with red eyes, but Hua Ling dodged and turned to walk outside: "Tell the military doctor that the prince is awake."

Fang Yunheng looked at her back dejectedly, with waves of regret welling up in his heart. He was wrong.

He shouldn't have involved Hua Ling, and shouldn't have changed his memory for his own selfish reasons. He doesn't know how long he can live, and can he get her forgiveness in his lifetime?

In a deserted place, Hua Ling hugged Yan Li and cried. Yan Li felt very distressed, but he didn't ask why. He just patted her back gently.

Hua Ling's eyes were filled with tears.

"Yan Li, please take me away. I don't want to prove anything anymore, and I don't want to pretend to be nice to others. Let's go to a place where no one else can find us, just the two of us, okay?"

Yan Li hugged her, his voice trembling slightly: "Are you telling the truth?"

Hua Ling nodded, "I just want to live my own life."

Yan Li suppressed his inner joy, hugged her tighter, and said gently: "Okay."