The Sixth Prince's heart felt as if it were snowing in June—he had been wronged more than anyone.
He had also been caught in the blast just now. Furious at being framed, he had desperately tried to argue back, only to cough up a mouthful of blood. Now, his spirit was at its absolute nadir.
Xu Su turned back and strode toward the Sixth Prince, while Su Qianqian ran back to check on Xu Luo's injuries.
A group of Palace Guards, skittish as birds startled by a bowstring, watched Xu Su with terror on their faces.
"Halt!"
"Don't come any closer!"
"You are forbidden from harming the Sixth Prince!"
The group of Palace Guards shouted their warnings one after another.
"Xu Su... what do you think you're doing?" The Sixth Prince felt a chill creep into his heart as he stared at Xu Su's cold face and crimson eyes. Nevertheless, he pushed aside the Palace Guards who were shielding him.
