The assassin's eyes were fierce as he came at them with the knife.
Wang Ru was hurt.
Yi Zilan's eyes darkened, and he immediately snapped the whip at him. The assassin seemed to know Yi Zilan and did not want to fight him head-on, so he quickly retreated.
Hu Futan was terrified. He turned around and hugged Wang Ru as he shouted worriedly. "Ru, Ru, are you alright? Don't scare me."
Wang Ru's face was pale, and the color of blood on her face faded. Hu Futan immediately cried, sobbing uncontrollably. "Ru, don't scare me. Don't die…"
Yi Zilan got off the horse and looked at the fleeing assassins. He did not give chase immediately. Instead, he checked Wang Ru's injuries and said in a deep voice, "Go back to the city to stitch up the wound on her shoulder in time. She'll be fine."
Hu Futan looked at Yi Zilan in disbelief. "Really?"
Yi Zilan nodded. "Yes."
