'Why is this King of Youshan acting like a hooligan?'
Yu Yunxi truly doubted everyone's judgment of the King of Youshan at this moment. She gritted her teeth before she finally pushed his shoulders hard, pushing him to his feet.
Yu Yunxi's dress was already stained with his blood at this time. Fortunately, she was still wearing the red dancing dress so it was not too obvious. She should have been angry, but for some reason, when she saw how miserable he was, her heart inexplicably softened.
'Forget it. The enemy of my enemy is my friend…' Yu Yunxi comforted herself inwardly before she leaned over and said to Feng Yili flatly, "Don't move around."
Yu Yunxi quickly pressed a few of Feng Yili's acupoints to stop his bleeding as much as she could. She looked at the bloody wound and frowned deeply.
'We were in the palace. Who had the ability to injure the King of Youshan? Wait, the wound looks… self-inflicted…'
