A low voice from the crowd coldly uttered, “Break!” Before anyone could react, they heard a crisp “crack” as Yuan Bi broke Di Huan’s wrist.
Di Huan, staring at his hanging hand, let out a horrific scream, “Ah! Ah! Ah—”
The crowd was startled by Di Huan’s wailing and Yuan Bi’s ruthlessness. Another cold voice from behind stated, “This king wants to see blood.”
Without hesitation, Yuan Bi grabbed Di Huan’s broken hand and pulled— warm blood splattered onto the faces of nearby onlookers, leaving everyone stunned.
Di Huan’s screams abruptly stopped. He stared blankly at his bloody stump, then fainted. Fu Yi quickly covered her mouth in shock, while Yang Zhiru and Zheng Jiayuan hugged each other, covering their eyes.
Ning Wanwan frowned, sensing Yuan Bi’s viciousness. She looked up at the familiar figure in the crowd and asked, “Why are you here?”
The crowd turned, making way as they recognized the mysterious individual. Si Zhan, wearing a stone-blue embroidered long robe with silver-edged cloud patterns, appeared tall and slender. His raven-black hair, bound by a jade-inlaid silver crown, shone brilliantly, complementing his moonlike face and adding a charming beauty to his usual ethereal demeanor.
Walking gracefully towards Ning Wanwan, Si Zhan’s presence overshadowed the vibrant flowers around him. “I missed you after half a day apart, so I came directly to find you after class,” he said softly, gently brushing back her hair.
At that moment, everyone bowed and exclaimed, “Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”
Ning Wanwan realized that Si Zhan had come with Si Yi, whose expression was dark and gaze fixed on her. Sensing something, Si Zhan shifted to block Si Yi’s line of sight.
On the ground, Di Huan groggily opened his eyes. As he was about to cry out, he spotted Si Yi and jumped up, shouting, “Your Highness, you must seek justice for me! The guard of the King of Yi tore off my hand!”
Si Zhan then said, “What’s a mere hand? Daring to touch someone from my King of Yi’s residence, losing a hand is lenient. Otherwise, I might break something else.” The implication was clear – cross him, and he’d go for the neck.
Shao Yin trembled, feeling a chill.
