He looked in panic at Rong Jing, whose chest was bleeding uncontrollably, and hastily ordered, "Yi, quickly summon the Imperial Physician and bring Zhang Fengcai here!"

The fair-faced palace maid Death Warrior nodded in agreement, then turned and disappeared.

Gu Lan, on the other hand, engaged in combat with three dark figures. These three were likely Rong Jing’s closest Death Warriors, without any human emotions.

In terms of one-on-one combat, none of them could defeat her, but their coordination was extremely seamless, with every move sticking like adhesive plaster.

However, if there are only three of them... she can still handle it.

Gu Lan steadied herself, quickly feigned a flaw, turned her body to avoid a sword, and counter-kicked one of the shadows to the ground!

With one of the three shadows down, the attacks of the remaining two suddenly weakened. Within just a few breaths, Gu Lan clawed at one of the shadow’s wrists, directing his sword into his own heart.

The final person hesitated for a moment and was struck down by Gu Lan’s palm.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. While dealing with these three, Miao Ci supported Rong Jing as they retreated to the entrance of the side hall. The hall doors were wide open, and the Inner Supervision personnel hurried in, but they kept their distance from Gu Lan, delaying any action.

With a "bang", the wounded shadow fell to the ground at Miao Ci’s feet.

Miao Ci, frightened, jumped up, clutching Rong Jing as he moved further back.

Although there were many Inner Supervision people behind him, after the previous strike, even the shadow beside Your Majesty was not her match. Miao Ci knew that whoever advanced first would die the fastest.

At this moment, only his subordinates were inside and outside the hall. Unwilling for his men to suffer losses, he could only hope that Zhang Fengcai would arrive quickly to protect them. Human strength is limited; no matter how high Young Master Gu’s martial arts are, there must be a point where her Inner Strength is exhausted, and she’s worn out. After others tire her out, he can send someone to finish her off.

"You go too, quickly, kill Gu Lan!" Miao Ci glanced around and called out again, instructing the female Death Warrior standing nearby to act.

The female Death Warrior stood silently in the distance from beginning to end, seemingly protecting Rong Jing, but actually remained motionless.

Hearing Miao Ci’s words, she blinked as if finally awakened, drew a Soft Sword from her waist, and charged straight at Gu Lan!

Gu Lan had just sent the last shadow flying and looked into those pitch-black, calm walnut eyes.

She was the one who extinguished the Soft Muscle Powder for her last night...

Gu Lan’s hand holding the sword paused momentarily, the sword tip trembling by an inch.

In the next instant, the female Death Warrior’s sword slightly diverted.

Her sword sliced through a strand of Gu Lan’s hair,

and her body unhesitatingly collided with Gu Lan’s sword.

The slender blade instantly pierced into the female Death Warrior’s heart.

Gu Lan stared in shock at her, eyes slightly widened, watching as a lock of ink-black hair floated before her eyes.

Those translucent and beautiful walnut eyes looked at Gu Lan gently, with a hint of relief and liberation.

Gu Lan understood this gaze; she involuntarily loosened her grip on the sword, cradling the female Death Warrior in her arms, letting her blood stain her hands red.

She was a Death Warrior, forever following her master’s orders, unable even to resist what Zhong Liang had done to her.

But in her heart, because Gu Lan killed Zhong Liang, she regarded her as a benefactor.

Though her master commanded, she was unwilling to kill her benefactor, preferring... to die by Gu Lan’s hand.

Now, she was liberated, through death.

The scorching blood landed on Gu Lan’s hand, burning with pain.

Hatred and anger in Gu Lan’s heart dissipated, consciousness returned, and she bewilderedly asked, "I still don’t know your name."

"My name is Jia, thank you... you."

The female Death Warrior’s pale lips were stained with crimson blood; after saying this, she quietly closed her eyes in Gu Lan’s embrace.

Red lips, with a faint smile.

Gu Lan’s throat let out a whimper; this time, Rong Heng was not by her side, yet she was brought back to clarity by Jia’s death.

In an instant, the Inner Supervision people had surrounded her, but still, no one dared to make a move.

Gu Lan looked at the increasingly cold body in her arms, her heart felt as if a silent sledgehammer had struck it, the dull pain making it hard to breathe.

This girl had only seen her three times, yet she entrusted her life to her.

She had a pair of beautiful walnut eyes, she had no name, a codename "Jia", Gu Lan would remember forever.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Miao Ci continued urgently calling out to Rong Jing, perhaps due to the pain in his chest and the weakness from continuous blood loss, or perhaps because of the chaotic scene in front of him, Rong Jing’s foggy consciousness finally cleared.