Ye Jiu shouted, "Yan'er!"
Before the sound had even fallen, Ye Yiheng had already picked up Leng Yu Yan horizontally.
The Emperor strode over to Ye Yiheng and asked with concern, "Is my daughter-in-law alright?"
He was still counting on her to write a few more calligraphy copies for him.
Ye Yiheng looked down at the woman leaning against his chest. Her breathing was still steady, and her face was tranquil, likely due to excessive depletion of her inner strength.
"Not a big deal."
Although he said so, his voice was still quite anxious.
The Emperor couldn't ignore it and was about to call for the imperial doctor immediately.
He raised his hand, just about to order someone, when Leng Yu Yan interrupted, "Father Emperor, I'm fine, I want to quickly see Ye Yong executed!"
At this moment, Ye Yong was covered in multiple wounds, and even if his arteries weren't ruptured, he was about to bleed to death.
