Yuxing was finally carried into the room.
It was Feng Yexuan himself who carried her in.
Although Yuxing was a woman, in Feng Yexuan's heart, she was just like Jingri and Wangyue—a man of iron and fortitude.
After placing Yuxing inside, even Feng Yexuan was ushered out.
"I don't know if I can save her. She's injured her heart, the damage is far too severe. I have no confidence, but I must try."
"Prince, tonight I urge you to personally guard the door, forbid anyone from entering and interrupting. Otherwise, even the slightest mistake will cost Yuxing her life."
With that, she shut the door.
Feng Yexuan knew that with her Universe Chain, she had everything she needed and required no assistance from anyone.
But judging by the grim expression on her face, he understood all too well that the possibility of saving Yuxing was almost nonexistent.
Outside, in the courtyard, Ding Chen stood under the shadow of the trees, his body stained with blood—all of it Yuxing's.
