The guards all lowered their heads simultaneously, muttering to themselves. They had been by his side for so many years but had never seen the usually gentle prince so close to losing composure.
They dare not look, dare not look.
Su Xinyi was startled by the crown prince's reaction and felt the weight of his hand on her waist, even slightly trembling. She hesitated for a moment and then spoke in a softer tone, "Your Highness, I'm fine. It's not my blood, it's the enemy's. You sent guards to protect me, so it's not easy for me to get hurt."
Yan Junchu knew she was skilled in martial arts, but even amidst a battlefield, accidents were bound to occur, and how could he not worry.
"Let's go inside and talk." Yan Junchu didn't bother hiding his concern, leading Su Xinyi by the hand into the room. Everyone in this small house was on their side; there was no need to worry.
As Su Xinyi followed Yan Junchu inside, she saw Han Qingling waiting under the eaves with her medical box.
