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The whip in Huangfu Zhuo's hand was not an ordinary whip. It was covered with tiny spikes, and the tips of those tiny spikes were rhombus-shaped and hooked. If they were stabbed down, the wound would continuously bleed and it would be difficult to heal.

Seeing this whip, Yun Weiyang's eyes turned cold. Just as she was thinking of how to escape, Huangfu Zhuo raised his hand and tapped all of the acupoints around Yun Weiyang. Then he smiled faintly and said: "I think it's still safer this way."

"Aren't you afraid that Feng Xue Han will hate you?" Yun Weiyang said indifferently.

As he fiddled with the whip in his hand, Huangfu Zhuo fiercely said, "So what if you hate me? As long as you die, he will naturally forget about you." Finished speaking, the long whip swept towards Yun Weiyang like a poisonous snake.

With a whip strike, Yun Weiyang was instantly ripped apart, and the blood that was flowing out from her body was like a spring that splashed out from the whip.

Huangfu Zhuo watched as Yun Weiyang was hit by the whip without making a sound, faintly smiled, and slowly pulled back with all his strength. The hook that was still in Yun Weiyang's body, under Huangfu Zhuo's strength, slowly pulled back, bit by bit, from her flesh.

Yun Weiyang let out a stuffy groan from the pain. Cold sweat dripped down her face drop by drop. Her cold eyes remained calm as she looked at Huangfu Zhuo and said coldly: "I hope you don't regret it."

"Regret?" Huangfu Zhuo chuckled, following that, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as he brandished the whip in his hand towards Yun Weiyang.

After a few whips, there was not a single piece of good left on Yun Weiyang's body. Fresh blood slowly flowed down her wounds. If this went on, even if she wasn't beaten to death by Huangfu Zhuo, she would die from excessive blood loss.

Huangfu Zhuo looked at Yun Weiyang's dying look, walked up, and asked with a smile: "What? Would you regret it or would I regret it? " With that, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yun Weiyang, and said: "As long as you sign this, I will let you go."

Yun Weiyang raised her head and read the contents written on the scroll. The content was to make her admit that she had murdered the princess. Looking at Huangfu Zhuo, Yun Weiyang said softly: "I will not sign."

Pah — — After slapping him, Huangfu Zhuo coldly said, "I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be punished."

"Ha ha!" Yun Weiyang laughed: "Do you take me for a fool? "Even if I have to sign, I will die. Rather than having to die, I might as well die in broad daylight."

"Good, good!" Huangfu Zhuo clapped his hands, and a few prisoners walked in from outside. When they saw Yun Weiyang's beautiful appearance, their eyes all lit up.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you going to sign or not?"

Staring fixedly at Huangfu Zhuo, Yun Weiyang spat out two words: "No."

Turning his head to look at the several impatient prisoners, Huangfu Zhuo smiled and said, "All of you, listen carefully. You must serve them well." With that, he glanced at Yun Weiyang, waved his hand at the prisoners, and said: "Go!"

As they all acknowledged the order, the prisoners pounced towards Yun Weiyang.

She had already given Huangfu Zhuo many chances. If it wasn't for Feng Xue Han, how could she let Huangfu Zhuo treat her in such a manner?

Taking a deep breath, Yun Weiyang closed her eyes. The spiritual energy in her body was like a surging wave under her control, and just as she was about to break through her acupoints, a gentle and warm wind settled down her irritable body.

Smelling the familiar smell, Yun Weiyang suddenly opened her eyes, a white robe that did not change at all, her long figure stood at her side, her folded eyebrows tightly knitted together into a 'Chuan' character, her deep eyes were as cold and bright as obsidian under the moonlight, yet it seemed to be able to absorb everything, making people not dare to look straight at her.

Looking back at the people Huangfu Zhuo brought with him, all of them had their necks wiped off, their eyes bulging as if telling him that they would never be able to rest in peace even if they died.

Standing beside Yun Weiyang, Feng Xue Han waved his hand, and those chains that bound Yun Weiyang immediately broke. Reaching out to hug his sliding body, Feng Xue Han walked up to Huangfu Zhuo, and said coldly: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

"Big Brother Han, it's not like that." Huangfu Zhuo immediately collapsed when he saw Feng Xue Han's cold eyes. He could not bear Feng Xue Han's gaze as if Feng Xue Han had pushed him far away.

Feng Xue Han lowered his head to look at the wound on Yun Weiyang's body, and in the next moment, he became even more frigid than before. The previous cold looking man who seemed to be far away from the mortal world instantly had killing intent wrap around him, he moved forward while hugging Yun Weiyang coldly without stopping at all. With a light wave of his hand, Huangfu Zhuo, who was originally standing there, suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, and then fell limply to the ground.

Seeing Yun Weiyang being saved by his master, Wei Dan's heart that had been hanging in the air all this time finally returned to its original position. If his master still did not come, even if his identity was exposed, he would definitely save Yun Weiyang.

Looking down at Huangfu Zhuo who looked like a broken doll, Wei Dan's eyes turned. He walked up to him, squatted down, and pulled his wrist as he asked softly, "Sixth Prince, are you alright? After receiving no response, Wei Dan's finger trembled slightly as he thought to himself: "Master is really straightforward. That simple wave of his hand just now had caused this kid's heart meridian to be damaged without any chance of recovery. Not only did all his martial arts have been wasted, he would become a cripple in the future." The corner of Wei Dan's mouth curved into a smile that could not be seen. "Sixth Prince, you asked for all of this."

Wei Dan helped the Sixth Prince up and purposely shouted loudly: "Come, come, come!"

When the guard who had rushed in from the door saw Huangfu Zhuo in a coma, he asked, "What happened?"

Blinking his eyes, Wei Dan said, "I'm not too sure either, but it's imperative that we take the Sixth Prince down to treat his illness. If we delay it, then our heads won't be able to hold on."

When the imperial guards heard this, they didn't bother to inquire any further. They all carried Huangfu Zhuo towards the Imperial Palace.

Yi Na and Qian Ying could not help but feel their eyes turn red as they looked at the lifeless Yun Weiyang. Just now, Master's body was covered in flesh and blood, and some of it had even injured his meridians. If Master had arrived a little later, they really did not know if they would have been able to see Yun Weiyang again.

Feng Xue Han sat on the bed, and took out an exquisite jade bottle from his chest, pouring a crystal clear pill into Yun Weiyang's mouth.

Seeing Yun Weiyang swallow the thousand-year-old snow lotus that was growing on the ice mountain, Feng Xue Han's heart that was stuck in his throat also returned to its original position. He gazed at the wound on Yun Weiyang's body that was gradually stopping bleeding, and said: "You may leave!"

Yina and Thousand Shadows exchanged a glance before bowing and retreating one after another. They were extremely confident in Feng Xuehan's medical skills, even if it was someone who had already set foot in the hall, he would be able to save them.

The more he applied the medicine, the colder his eyes became. He was very clear about Yun Weiyang's tolerance for today, because the Sixth Prince was his relative, so she could not bear to make a move against him. Just now, she did not care about the danger and forcefully broke through her acupoints, in order to not be tainted by the prisoners.

Feng Xue Han's heart was filled with bitterness, he held Yun Weiyang's body and slowly turned her over. Her gentle and careful movements were like she was the most precious treasure in the world.

Suddenly, Feng Xue Han's eyes fixed on the lotus-shaped mark at the back of Yun Weiyang's waist, and his clear and cold eyes gradually became deeper.