Several vines shot rapidly towards vital spots on Dugu Wu's body.
With a cold snort, Dugu Wu's Soft Sword was knocked out of his grasp, and vines coiled around his wrists and ankles, rendering his limbs immobile and dragging him in front of the Empress.
"Dugu Wu!"
Feng Bailing was shocked to witness this scene.
Nalan Yan'er's heart also leapt to her throat.
"Dangerous, don't go over."
Dongfang Mosheng held Feng Bailing's hand tightly.
Dongfang Yu also grabbed Nalan Yan'er's hand, and Nalan Yan'er hesitated. Seeing those terrifying murdering vines, she halted in her tracks.
"He is my husband."
Without hesitation, Feng Bailing broke free from Dongfang Mosheng's hand.
Dongfang Mosheng's hand fell, and his long eyelashes veiled his misty eyes.
The wrinkled face of the Empress twisted into a smile more awful than crying.
Branch-like hands lifted Dugu Wu's chin.
"Who would have thought, Prince Wu, that even you would have a weakness."
