"Affirmative!" Chashan promptly went to inspect the bodies.
A cry from Huang Ying was heard at this moment.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"Is the emperor's eldest grandson okay?" asked several eunuchs in a panicky voice.
Li Hongyuan's heart thumped, he immediately dropped his sword, pushed away the eunuchs and imperial guards, and rushed to Jiang Ning's side.
The scene before him made his pupils constrict, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
Jiang Ning was lying on her side, tightly holding a small child.
Her usually white dress was soaked with blood.
Some of it dripped onto the ground, and some was on the child as well.
No one knew whose blood it was that was flowing so freely.
Xiaoqian's personal eunuch was almost out of his mind with fear, "What... What do we do now? My Lord, look..."
A desperate shrill cry.
"Shut up, go away!" growled Li Hongyuan.
He then crouched down and gently picked up Xiaoqian from her arms.
"Xiaoqian, is anywhere hurting?"
