Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 35 Assassination Attack, Shot by Arrow

The sounds of fighting outside the carriage gradually subsided.

A moment later, Feng Yue was heard saying from outside the carriage: "Master, six people have escaped."

Murong Jing held the unconscious Su Mowan in one arm and opened the window with the other.

The streets were littered with corpses, and the overflowing blood stained the surface red. The air was thick with the stench of blood, which drifted to every corner on the wind.

Murong Jing asked, "Where is Chaoyang? How many people are injured?"

Feng Yue glanced at Su Mowan leaning on his prince's shoulder, his expression changed slightly, then he saw the arrow tail sticking out from Su Mowan's shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chaoyang led his men to give chase; three of them sustained minor injuries."

Murong Jing's phoenix eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Send someone to tell him that there is no need to leave any survivors!"

The carriage entered through a side gate of the Prince of Qin's residence and drove directly to the entrance of the Fenghua Hall.

Murong Jing's cold voice came from the carriage: "Feng Yue, leave sixteen riders behind, the rest of you leave the courtyard and go invite Lu Yifeng over."

"Yes!"

Feng Yue responded and began cleaning the courtyard. Even Qinghe Yinshuang and Granny Wei were asked to leave, leaving only sixteen guards outside Fenghua Palace.

The carriage door opened, and Murong Jing, carrying Su Mowan, stepped off the carriage, then up the steps, and finally entered Fenghua Palace.

Sixteen guards stood quietly to one side, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Feng Yue returned, bringing with him a young and handsome man, the renowned Poison Immortal of the Five Kingdoms, Lu Yifeng.

Lu Yifeng was clearly not visiting Fenghua Palace for the first time, and Feng Yue, who was leading the way, was left behind by him.

Lu Yifeng moved with lightning speed, arriving at Murong Jing's bedroom in no time, and even knocked on the door with great seriousness.

"Murong, I'm coming in?"

"Come in."

Having received permission, Lu Yifeng pushed open the door without ceremony and strode inside.

"I heard about your... Oh dear! I even knocked on the door, why didn't you cover your mouth?"

As Lu Yifeng spoke, he raised his sleeve to cover his face.

Murong Jing frowned: "Saving lives is the priority."

If Su Mowan were awake at this moment, she would definitely protest loudly.

Because Murong Jing had already removed her outer garment, and a large piece of her inner garment had been cut off, revealing her shoulders and half of her chest.

An arrow was lodged in his shoulder, its fletching already broken off by Murong Jing. The skin around the wound had turned a dark purple, a stark contrast to the surrounding fair skin.

Lu Yifeng lowered his sleeves, glanced at the arrow hastily, and said, "The arrow is poisoned."

Murong Jing gave him a cold look: "Nonsense."

"..."

Lu Yifeng glanced at it again, this time taking a little longer, "It's Soul-Snatching Powder."

Murong Jing's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Have Feng Yue bring in hot water and prepare the hemostatic powder."

Lu Yifeng glared: "You didn't even ask me if I brought the antidote?"

"I've asked you to identify the poison, not to cure it," Murong Jing said, his phoenix eyes sweeping over the area. "Of course, an antidote would be best."

"..."

Lu Yifeng left dejectedly, and soon returned carrying hot water and hemostatic powder, with clean gauze still on his hands.

Only Murong Jing could order him to do these things!

Murong Jing frowned slightly and reached out to grasp the arrow, but Lu Yifeng quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, wait! You can't pull it out like that! You have to cut a small opening with a knife first!"

Murong Jing glanced at the unconscious Su Mowan, "No need, just pull it out like this."

Lu Yifeng's attempts to persuade him failed, so he could only silently step aside and watch.

Su Mowan woke up with a sharp pain.

Her forehead was already damp with sweat, which trickled down her fair neck.

Immediately, she felt warm breath on her shoulder and cold lips pressed against her wound, followed by another excruciating pain.

Su Mowan couldn't help but snort.

"He's awake! Murong, he's awake! Quickly, take a couple more breaths!"

"..."

Murong Jing spat out the blood in his mouth and bent down again.

Hearing a strange voice in a daze, Su Mowan opened her eyes with difficulty and saw a handsome face close to hers, his thin lips stained with bright red blood.

"..."

Their gazes locked for a moment, and Su Mowan's heart suddenly began to race uncontrollably. She quickly closed her eyes and hummed, "Your Highness, are you in such a hurry?"

"..."

"I'm not quite dead yet, and you've already started drinking my blood. Are you going to eat my flesh next?"

"..."

"Interesting, interesting!"

Lu Yifeng no longer cared about Murong Jing's icy gaze and laughed so hard he slumped over the table.

Murong Jing wiped the blood from his lips and gave him a cold look: "You can leave now."

Lu Yifeng tossed down the antidote gauze and hemostatic medicine: "Take it, take it! Haha, oh dear, Murong, take your time. Steam it or stew it, do as you please! Hahahaha!"

After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.

Murong Jing stared at Su Mowan, clearly displeased: "I cured you of the poison, and this is your attitude?"

Su Mowan was in excruciating pain, her face deathly pale. Despite her fearlessness, she groaned, "Is the taste alright? Perhaps... Your Highness, would you like a couple more bites?"

"you--"

His face suddenly darkened.