Lin Xu was still lying in the Crown Prince's arms. His hold around her was gentle but firm, his warmth steady against her back. The room was quiet, with only the soft sound of their breathing.
Then she heard it...
Distant shouting.
The clash of steel.
Rushing footsteps outside the inn.
Lin Xu's eyes opened slowly. Her mind was still foggy, her body weak, but the noise grew louder, guards yelling, someone giving orders, the sound of fighting just outside the door.
Her heart jumped.
What was happening?
Before she could sit up, the door burst open with a loud bang, slamming into the wall so hard the whole room shook.
Lin Xu turned her head sharply.
Standing in the doorway, covered in sweat, barely able to stand, but with eyes burning fiercely, was Mo Ying.
He looked like he had forced his injured body to run all the way there.
Then his expression froze.
He stiffened completely.
