The abbot of Fahua Temple came forward and said: "Amitabha, Your Majesty is merciful."
The officials who came back to their senses hurriedly followed suit and knelt down and shouted: "Long live your Majesty."
Although the sinking pool was solved and the crisis was resolved, Yuan Hao couldn't hold on any longer. He swayed a little and fell down precariously.
"His Majesty!"
"Send it to the imperial doctor quickly!"
"..."
After a period of chaos, Yuan Hao, who was seriously injured, was carried down for treatment by the imperial physician. Everyone in the hall dispersed, except for Mu Yun'an who remained in the hall.
She looked at the pool of blood remaining on the mirror-smooth ground, and what lingered in her mind was Shen Chi's death. She never expected that Shen Chi would do such a thing.
What kind of mood did he have when he went to assassinate His Majesty? What kind of mood did he have when he went to die?
And her aunt, what should she do?
"Yan Yan."
Xiao Chengyi came over and saw Mu Yunan standing motionless in the hall with red eyes. He felt a little sad but did not dare to go forward and hug her.
He stood in front of her and asked: "Can you blame me?"
Mu Yun'an raised her head and tears rolled down her face. She rushed over and hugged Xiao Chengyi and said, "I know you did it for your uncle's good. At least your sword didn't cause him any pain."
Just like when he shot an arrow through her heart in the previous life, she was relieved so quickly that she didn't feel any pain at all.
If he had been a guard today, I'm afraid Shen Chi would have been hacked to death by random swords, which would be extremely miserable.
Xiao Chengyi was originally worried that Yan Yan would blame him for not saving Shen Chi but killing him with a sword, but it turned out that his Yan Yan understood him.
In that situation, there was only one way for Shen Chi to die, and no one could save him.
Shen Chi would assassinate Yuan Hao, which was unexpected by Xiao Chengyi. In his eyes, Shen Chi was an ordinary man. He did not know martial arts, was born in a poor family, and had two children who were not his own. His life could be described as useless.
But who could have imagined that he, who seemed so helpless, would actually assassinate His Majesty. Although he failed, he also injured the dragon's body and exposed Yuan Hao's scandal in public.
Regardless of whether the people believed it or not, Shenchi planted a seed of doubt in their hearts.
Xiao Chengyi patted Mu Yunan's back gently and said in a low voice: "He said something before he died."
Mu Yun'an raised her head and looked at him with tears on her eyelashes and asked, "What did he say?"
Xiao Chengyi lowered his eyes, with a hint of sadness: "He said, Chu'er, I'm sorry!"
Mu Yunan cried even harder when she heard these five words. She lay on Xiao Chengyi's shoulder, her heart filled with sadness. She knew that no one in the world loved her aunt more than Shen Chi.
Because Shen Chi did all this for the woman he loved, her name was Mu Xuechu.
But Mu Yun'an was very regretful and blamed herself. She thought she could change their fate and prevent them from ending in tragedy.
However, there is nothing she can do!
Shen Chi is dead, can her aunt still live?
Mu Yun'an didn't know and didn't dare to think about it, but she knew that now was not the time to be sad. Shen Chi was an assassin and she shouldn't be crying for him here.
She wiped away her tears, calmed down her mind, and pulled Xiao Chengyi away from here.