Time seems to come to a standstill as Wu Yun watches Jiang Tanmei fall back towards Lu Meng's arms. He's frozen in place, watching the arrow protrude out of his chest, and the spread of the red bloom of blood on his robes.
Lan Tian flies his whip at the Prince, and wraps its length around him, throwing him to the floor.
"No! It wasn't supposed to be him," Min Guifen says, struggling against the whip and looking at Jiang Tanmei with eyes wide with panic.
Lu Meng holds on to Jiang Tanmei's face, caressing his clammy skin, "Darling, please don't go, I'll find a way to save you."
Jiang Tanmei raises his hand to touch Lu Meng's face, and tries to speak but can only cough out blood in a thin steam.
Wu Yun is suddenly set into motion, and picks up the sword that fell out of his slack hand. He walks towards Min Guifen and steps on his chest to make him look up at him.
